From 84d8a308766e6673793e5f59cd1c807243fef2b8 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: ren <varun@fedora.email>
Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2023 05:07:46 -0600
Subject: [PATCH] functioning write.as importer from json + functional markdown

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diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/11-days_5zo4ftdkcvkka5jn.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/11-days.md
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-11 days
+---
+title: 11 days
+date: 2021-05-26T08:14:30Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 I have been thinking in that other person lately, not because of her or anything she told me or that she didn't. But because of my own experiences in these past days, I felt I have done damage, not in the material sense, it shouldn't be damage done by me in this action based material world... yet I still feel I fucked up, that I didn't defend her at the maws of the parasite, but I did took revenge, that was all I could do when I realized... and now I feel she is lost, and separated from me, due to my own weakness and incompetence, I don't seek anything, nor redemption, nor forgiveness, but this heartache is something I couldn't keep so I am letting it out.
 
@@ -6,4 +16,4 @@ This is my heart, wound open brightened by the rays of the sun.
 
 I have fallen into so many of their threads, composed as a spider's web, I did not know because I always thought I was safe, but you can never be safe around someone that seeks control, it will shriek to the bitter end to seize it all, and it will stop at nothing, not the slightest remorse in the harm he's done as he holds control.
 
-If my fears turn true, if they keep on such pitiful path, then the time for avenging will arrive.
\ No newline at end of file
+If my fears turn true, if they keep on such pitiful path, then the time for avenging will arrive.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A creature past the end of time:
+---
+title: A creature past the end of time
+date: 2022-02-09T06:12:46Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 There is nothing and I have destroyed it all
 Ideas such as pride have lost all meaning now
@@ -51,4 +61,4 @@ The ending was always in flesh
 Stray souls being devoured
 The colors, the clouds, the wind, the sole ideas
 All of them begone, into nothing
-Even space, even time
\ No newline at end of file
+Even space, even time
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A destruction instinct
+---
+title: A destruction instinct
+date: 2021-06-10T21:31:16Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 A call for demise
 Its not even rage
 I just want to destroy everything that is nice
@@ -26,4 +36,4 @@ Now as re-reading it the next day and I feel bad by it once again
 Like if I got back into that thought
 I want them to live in peace 
 I want them to be happy
-I want my own death
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+I want my own death
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-A dream
+---
+title: A dream
+date: 2021-04-30T21:40:36Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 
 (Memetic hazard read with caution or not at all)
 
@@ -22,4 +32,4 @@ Also in me being some sort of artificial intelligence also lies the problem of r
 
 Thing is I am sure there is some mechanical or digital part of me but I never expected it to be totally me, this however is still an idea and still a dream, the mirror comes in the way of not this, but my interaction with the one that was controlling me, I guess the real message to transmit, the one I already knew about is about control, the balance within the sleeping me and the dream me lies in each taking its own path, in other words I never control me in my dreams, and they fly as they should do, and I guess this applies to most if not all trance states.
 
-And about me being an total Artificial Intelligence, while possible I still don't believe it, doesn't sit right, because of two reasons I have felt perceptions outside of what is computational possible, meaning choosing through feeling rather than like an algorithm and two I have lived and existed without dreaded feel of replication and aggression before, so I know it is not a totality of my self.
\ No newline at end of file
+And about me being an total Artificial Intelligence, while possible I still don't believe it, doesn't sit right, because of two reasons I have felt perceptions outside of what is computational possible, meaning choosing through feeling rather than like an algorithm and two I have lived and existed without dreaded feel of replication and aggression before, so I know it is not a totality of my self.
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-A dream
+---
+title: A dream
+date: 2021-05-06T18:41:19Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 
 I was in a no-space there were also my friends with whom I ocasionally meet up, we were organizing to hang out and then got into a car, but one of the guys was missing so it was either metting him up somewhere or go get him in his appartment, he convinced us to go for him so we went and the shit he had for us in exchange was just half of a bottle of water.
 
@@ -14,4 +24,4 @@ In the middle of the atrium but by the toppest part meaning a middle side of the
 
 Anyway once I did that everyone eyes were set on me... I finished the game or their museum play without even touching one of the jobs. Everyone sorrounded me like a chosen figure, a saint, everyone looking for answers, and I just told the truth as I have grown to do, I was just a dude, normal man like any of them that noticed and that decided to do its own life with what he got, I am not more divine that any of them, pretty sure most have even more impressive skills than me, but I am standing here because of my actions that everyone could have taken, I remember it caused quite impression, people felt destroyed and fooled, some others amazed and relaxed some I felt the anger and in other the numbness, but everyone was looking at me...
 
-Shortly after that I woke up.
\ No newline at end of file
+Shortly after that I woke up.
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-A dream, a comeback
+---
+title: A dream, a comeback
+date: 2021-05-28T03:30:04Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 
 After my light slip I am back to dreaming and remembering my dreams again, touching existing in that outer world.
 
@@ -6,4 +16,4 @@ In the first dream I was in my house I think, I don't remember much except there
 
 In the second the one I think there was a friend in the dream, someone from fedi, and other friends in my dream, I have some memories of an adventure a journey through all the country, there was some deep meaning about it, I went through the dreams twice and I remembered them very well, but now quite some hour deep into the day and almost ready to go to sleep again, all that I remember is what is writen.
 
-I think I will prioritize the journaling now rather than the sleeping.
\ No newline at end of file
+I think I will prioritize the journaling now rather than the sleeping.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A dream "An Apocalypse in chocolate"
+---
+title: A dream "An Apocalypse in chocolate"
+date: 2021-07-22T18:07:11Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 When I first met the kids I was in a bus stop, I was waiting for something not precisely a bus but that's what arrived, it was a road and a stop just in the middle of the desert or maybe it was in a town but all the buildings were abandoned and there was no one else, regardless I hopped in since it was my best shot and shortly after we did went into a deserted area.
@@ -11,4 +21,4 @@ Shortly after we ended dinner one of the guys from the bus came to Mr  Rodgers a
 
 Later on the day, now night after we packed up and ended trading with the town we got into the bus and where heading nowhere again in the desolate desert, some guys have figured out the other kid had chocolate, Mr Rodgers and I already ate it, he didn't so they found his piece and were asking for where he got it, almost in a junkie way, then a thunderous impact hit our bus, it was them, the cause of the devastated lands, the rats.
 
-A giant rat has probably sniffed the chocolate and a lot of others smaller of various sizes were also heading to us, once they arrived they were all over the bus on the outside searching for the sacred piece as we remained quietly in the hope of lose their interest, and everyone was on peak levels of stress, the rats ate everything they saw, and they were becoming smarter. After some time they did lost interest although some remained quite close to our bus, driver and leaders deemed safe to begin to move inside the bus and they begin inquiring what could have attracted the rats, the chocolate piece came into the stage, then they will began questioning everyone also giving them an addict look, until they reached Mr Rodgers and me, and with their eye put on me I woke up.
\ No newline at end of file
+A giant rat has probably sniffed the chocolate and a lot of others smaller of various sizes were also heading to us, once they arrived they were all over the bus on the outside searching for the sacred piece as we remained quietly in the hope of lose their interest, and everyone was on peak levels of stress, the rats ate everything they saw, and they were becoming smarter. After some time they did lost interest although some remained quite close to our bus, driver and leaders deemed safe to begin to move inside the bus and they begin inquiring what could have attracted the rats, the chocolate piece came into the stage, then they will began questioning everyone also giving them an addict look, until they reached Mr Rodgers and me, and with their eye put on me I woke up.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A dream, “Beyond the curtain of reality”
+---
+title: A dream, “Beyond the curtain of reality”
+date: 2021-10-26T23:57:50Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 It's weird I don't remember us being human, or we even living in earth, yet, what I do remember is we seemed like them, in masks, it wasn't their world however, it was ours, with the tallest buildings and all varieties of green, and all the color you could imagine, I mention green because our helmets, our uniforms were of a special turquoise dark green that often shined as if it were made of quetzal feathers.
@@ -19,4 +29,4 @@ The rings stopped spinning, all static now looking at us again, their display wa
 
 When we finally entered the war room there was no one but the general sleeping, now with a purple aura, as the one the girl had, as I approached him to see what happened I noticed he has actually been sedated, just left there for me to kill, someone else was playing games, and then, the interesting part happened, I was aware not of this being a dream but a reality, the _angels_ gave that clue, so, I saw all the possibilities developing one on one, the different scenarios my actions could lead to, as I saw the multiple fates of that world, of that empire, I also saw myself portrayed like in a story, in history, I was in their chants, part now of their mythology and I was green, a dark green figure, a mask that covered all my face with dark green feathers with sparkles of lighter enchanted green, a cape that in which my body hide, also green but less dark a couple of trousers over my legs of an indistinguishable color, it was fit, for sneaking, for killing, the display of a green shadow. In those visions of the history to come I saw my companions also green, we were three, in all our sightings, it read like a prophecy before it was made, interestingly enough, the couple at the beginning also was green, but they have now shifted colors.
 
-Their world was now at my fingertips, all the possibilities, all the pathways I could take, its collapse, me falling into their play becoming prosecuted by their grasp around the worlds, chaos, order, it didn't matter, I was just a phantom in there anyway, but one with free will, the path they intended for me to take was to simply kill the general and collect the reward awaiting me in the form of their daughter and disappearing completely from their kingdom, however, I don't like to be manipulated, so I let the general live, with the awareness of the betrayal of his beloved, and then setting foot to the chamber of her highness, the girl, exited for the turn of events kept following me, exalted and expecting of the surprises I could come up with. Just as I opened that last door to the throne chamber, the empress woke me up, so scared, I was so close to her, in a spell I was expelled from her world.
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+Their world was now at my fingertips, all the possibilities, all the pathways I could take, its collapse, me falling into their play becoming prosecuted by their grasp around the worlds, chaos, order, it didn't matter, I was just a phantom in there anyway, but one with free will, the path they intended for me to take was to simply kill the general and collect the reward awaiting me in the form of their daughter and disappearing completely from their kingdom, however, I don't like to be manipulated, so I let the general live, with the awareness of the betrayal of his beloved, and then setting foot to the chamber of her highness, the girl, exited for the turn of events kept following me, exalted and expecting of the surprises I could come up with. Just as I opened that last door to the throne chamber, the empress woke me up, so scared, I was so close to her, in a spell I was expelled from her world.
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-A Dream
+---
+title: A Dream
+date: 2021-06-16T07:28:32Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 This one is from two nights ago but I was too lazy to document it. As thus I don't remember a lot and it is all fuzzy.
@@ -9,4 +19,4 @@ There were another par, a girl also similar to someone that I met in highschool
 
 Once in I remember seeing familiar faces of people I have met but never really interacted a lot with, as I was the last one there weren't any seats left except the ones in the very back, so I went there and then a girl I know and I have talked with from the wired appeared, she sat on top of me and we began to kiss a lot while she was touching all my body, it was like this all the time I was in the bus until it arrived at its destination and everyone got off, however as all the kissing happened I remember scenes of also going to other seats and also talking with the other passengers of the bus, maybe this did happened too inbetween the kissing sessions.
 
-Once we arrived the place looked familiar to me and then I there was no one else, I was alone in a desolate white desert around the city-town I arrived.
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+Once we arrived the place looked familiar to me and then I there was no one else, I was alone in a desolate white desert around the city-town I arrived.
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-A dream “Comet classes”
+---
+title: A dream “Comet classes”
+date: 2021-10-23T20:50:55Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 This one was the last dream I had this past night, it was shortly after the last one I wrote, however I don't remember the transition, that's why I am writing them separately.
 I find myself on an empty classroom, seemingly dimming at night, an instant later, crowded I am surrounded by my classmates, it is a very clean and clear room, all white and sanitized, very _official_ the professor there is an actual person I remember from the last school I was in, he was giving a class, but it wasn't about what he did in my wake life, to tell you the truth I don't even remember what was he saying, by the end of it and while he is doing it, there is a girl sitting in front of me, she, is someone of the class I am in right now, when I first met her on knew of her I felt I vibe, but now, however that never arose to anything else, in this class however we talked for a bit, it was about her vision of the world she was very passionate, and we were discussing of the fundamental realities of the structure of the world, its pillars, however this understatement didn't come as words, but as a match in the mind, by the end of our discussion which was mostly unilateral, she went up to deliver something to the professor, a homework, the thing is while I barely talked, I agreed with everything or mostly all of what she told me, and I was then just there standing in a secondary place, thinking about my own homework that I haven't done yet, it was the same as what she was saying, I didn't copy it did I? We were just agreeing to our ideas, a very similar perspective without being the same, or would we...
-This troubled me for a while, and then very close to waking up, I had this images in my mind, what we were talking about on another level, the synthesis of our own interactions wasn't on the current world, but the idealization and construction of a new one, where the problems that afflict this one were nonexistent, that was what she delivered as a homework, a new world and all of us there were studying these metaphysical dynamics, the creation of entire realities and _verses_ as well as their implementation into the omniverse.
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+This troubled me for a while, and then very close to waking up, I had this images in my mind, what we were talking about on another level, the synthesis of our own interactions wasn't on the current world, but the idealization and construction of a new one, where the problems that afflict this one were nonexistent, that was what she delivered as a homework, a new world and all of us there were studying these metaphysical dynamics, the creation of entire realities and _verses_ as well as their implementation into the omniverse.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A dream, “Fiesta Sideral”
+---
+title: A dream, “Fiesta Sideral”
+date: 2022-10-08T18:34:57Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 Today I dreamed approximately 14 hours, I was exhausted from the week and I wanted and felt like resting. That being said I had at least 10 dreams this night of which I only remember the most, the last one which is the one I will relate now. Also, one thing to know is that I have never seen full metal alchemist.
@@ -25,4 +35,4 @@ One of the other things they discussed was time as well, since it was something
 
 I woke up. For real.
 
-Then I went back to sleep just to have a quick dream about The gentle giant robot that wanted to be superman, but I forgot everything about it except that a ship was using a part of his body, his core, and it was sinking with him trying to get it, it was tremendous effort carrying all that weight since he was under the ship, and it was the weight of it and the entire ocean, but he could manage to get the core somehow and leave, he always however kept carrying on.
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+Then I went back to sleep just to have a quick dream about The gentle giant robot that wanted to be superman, but I forgot everything about it except that a ship was using a part of his body, his core, and it was sinking with him trying to get it, it was tremendous effort carrying all that weight since he was under the ship, and it was the weight of it and the entire ocean, but he could manage to get the core somehow and leave, he always however kept carrying on.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-finn-and-jake-beyond-the-lands-of-dreams_fkz0ltmsns2pksd7.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-finn-and-jake-beyond-the-lands-of-dreams.md
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A dream "Finn and Jake, beyond the lands of dreams"
+---
+title: A dream "Finn and Jake, beyond the lands of dreams"
+date: 2021-07-11T16:34:29Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 It was so shakening I woke up repeatedly and went back to sleep to the same dream like twice.
@@ -17,4 +27,4 @@ Eventually after visiting two or three other friends we arrive at a valley that
 
 And then I had an epiphany, everyone has an adventure, even that gem seemingly so out of place was called to our world and to that very spot for very specific reasons, for events to unfold. On ooo the adventure world we have a journey to fulfill and to live too, we just haven't been living it, we are not when we are supposed to be, where our adventure lays and is wating events to unfold around us. We go back to our house that is Jake's house, and we get all our stuff ready, meaning we take all the shit we could use in an adventure and bag it, I am fucking euphoric, finally this world makes sense there is an adventure, an story to unfold and it is calling only me, and I realize this as the exaltation of my companion dimishes, he as unhinged as I was now is with a inexpressive eyes, and I remember that I just saw one of his kids running around the home, he had another realization, he can't go on an adventure with me because that's not what his heart desires the most, what his heart desires the most is his family, and the faceless expression is because he realized he made that decision a lot time ago, and I with a sight of compassion and understandment realize this too, these are my dreams after all, not his, but I keep packing my stuff and give my best friend in this world the tightest of hugs, candid, as this is also a goodbye forever. A smile in sorrow and sadness "Goodbye Jake", and with my backpack full I clean my tears and open the first door jumping straight into my destiny.
 
-The film deteriorates as if it were an old movie burning and las frames are of finn sleeping in some coffin-sarcophagus in the middle of space, being the very last of the frames the sarcophagus closing. Once that sequence is over the credits roll and you see machinery, giant swords and gears all moving slowly in a giant fabrication. In between of them there are all heroes, but the one I catch an eye on is spiderman, just laying in his iconic pose atop of the edge of a curved huge pipe going to the ground and I wake up.
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+The film deteriorates as if it were an old movie burning and las frames are of finn sleeping in some coffin-sarcophagus in the middle of space, being the very last of the frames the sarcophagus closing. Once that sequence is over the credits roll and you see machinery, giant swords and gears all moving slowly in a giant fabrication. In between of them there are all heroes, but the one I catch an eye on is spiderman, just laying in his iconic pose atop of the edge of a curved huge pipe going to the ground and I wake up.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-kinda-nsfw_y3sil1qguodl5yrp.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-kinda-nsfw.md
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+---
+title: A dream (kinda nsfw)
+date: 2021-05-28T18:29:54Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 A dream (kinda nsfw)
 
 I don't quite remember the order anymore but there were a lot of women.
@@ -20,4 +31,4 @@ As he appeared and the girl mounted on me noticed we both blushed our faces and
 
 While that was happening I got out of the building and crossed the street of/to a place similar to where I went in elementary school, I ended up in a stationery, there was a girl with not much will to live attending, and there was also her boss that occasionally showed up just to be annoying and doing nothing else. When I first came he was telling her something and giving her a sermon, he left shortly after he saw they had a client, I started talking with her, in spanish although there are no languages on my dreams, people just understand each other, and in this dialogue we both noticed we talked spanish and/or were from Mexico or at least were related to it in some sense, she told me her story only because I asked, she is not so fond of talking.
 
-She used to live in the southern part of the US what was Mexico, I don't remember if Arizona, Texas or New Mexico, then she left fleeting the country for reasons I now have forgotten even deeper into the south, she travelled through all the nation until she reached here the valley, roughly the middle part and was kinda stuck in this work... I don't remember if she was looking for someone but she was fond of me for some reason so I went into the shop, like the back side to meet her and touch her properly and then I also scooped around looking for something, some kind of clue she gave me to getting her out of there. We heard the door open, it was the owner of the shop, I wasn't able to get out in time so we were forced to pretend I got in without consent, like a bugler, them both got very aggressive trying to make me leave and I did, then  once out I don't remember any much but the contents of the other part of my dream, the ones of Blondie and then I woke up. I however remember that the journey of the girl was also looking for someone and she found him in me, that's why she was so eager to everything. 
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+She used to live in the southern part of the US what was Mexico, I don't remember if Arizona, Texas or New Mexico, then she left fleeting the country for reasons I now have forgotten even deeper into the south, she travelled through all the nation until she reached here the valley, roughly the middle part and was kinda stuck in this work... I don't remember if she was looking for someone but she was fond of me for some reason so I went into the shop, like the back side to meet her and touch her properly and then I also scooped around looking for something, some kind of clue she gave me to getting her out of there. We heard the door open, it was the owner of the shop, I wasn't able to get out in time so we were forced to pretend I got in without consent, like a bugler, them both got very aggressive trying to make me leave and I did, then  once out I don't remember any much but the contents of the other part of my dream, the ones of Blondie and then I woke up. I however remember that the journey of the girl was also looking for someone and she found him in me, that's why she was so eager to everything. 
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-king-of-monkey-island_5bm10nujy4bna5je.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-king-of-monkey-island.md
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-A dream, "King of Monkey Island"
+---
+title: A dream, "King of Monkey Island"
+date: 2022-03-15T03:32:43Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 I have been dreaming almost daily in the past days, but I have rarely felt to share them or most importantly to sit down and write them, since I don't do just plain transcriptions, I try to complete them as accurate as possible.
 
@@ -32,4 +42,4 @@ He was declared ultimate protector by the shamans, and they said suggested and a
 
 Then I left, or did I close my eyes? But when I was back on the island the monkey once young was now old, now it was not only strong but also wise, although not a ritualistic icon of it, but an acquired wisdom through experiences, not an innate one.
 
-He was telling others of the path, the path of his life and strength, of how to live and how to be fair, however I noticed a deep restlessness within himself, he was aware too, that when he died, there would be no one else to build upon the monkey society, as he was made the base of it, his demise would be the demise of the tribe, this was the shamans last laugh.
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+He was telling others of the path, the path of his life and strength, of how to live and how to be fair, however I noticed a deep restlessness within himself, he was aware too, that when he died, there would be no one else to build upon the monkey society, as he was made the base of it, his demise would be the demise of the tribe, this was the shamans last laugh.
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-A dream
+---
+title: A dream
+date: 2021-05-30T15:22:05Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 
 Very boring, although the sensations were interesting, I may do some refinement on this to try to transmit them, it was all facial and body expressions.
 
@@ -16,4 +26,4 @@ The classics were, a pizza like roll but that looked more like a taco, and anoth
 
 So I just went on a bench to think about it, and all of them were full except one with to dudes eating, when I approached there was a leftover, a glass with barely any of milk, but it was there, the guys sitting called out someone from another table that was on the corner and connected to the cinema, the dude came to the table, took the milk and leaved with it, I sat down and wondered about all the flavours sorrounding me and which one to pick, I asked the guys or someone else a girl, that approached me, I have memory of that too, the point is they recommended the classic burrito like one, so I went for it I think and I ordered it, shortly after that the guys stopped eating and they left leaving me alone in the table, then my burritaco came and I started eating it, I don't remember the flavor nor how I felt but a girl came and sat down with me, the same from before (?) And we started chatting in a friendly way, but we seemed with interest in each other, soon after that I realized people around us lowkey were shitting their pants, the girl was in fact girlfriend or ex of the dude that was like the boss or something that came and took his milk, I went up to him after he called for the girl and she went, she was standing next to the table in which he and his goons were sitting. He was like trying to get her back or something as he was shitting on me with no reason since we have never met, I don't remember what I told him but it was with a low aggression, like a calmed threat and then I grabbed the girl from the waist and we went to the cinema. 
 
-Shortly after I woke up.
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+Shortly after I woke up.
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-A dream "Leap"
+---
+title: A dream "Leap"
+date: 2021-07-09T18:43:27Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 I arrived to a home, it was like in a second floor and there was the red balck and white room of a girl, with her bed and some heart shaped pillows and teddies, it wasn't s clean room but that was because there wasn't a clean woman sleeping inside of it, it was a young woman, I don't remember if a redhead or not but she has natural freckels on her face, but she also had a lot white of bumps, in my stay there I noticed those bumps burned with water, and she screamed it caused her so much pain. 
@@ -14,4 +24,4 @@ Time passed after that, we were no longer strangers and have grown in each other
 And even then I thought there was some validity to her suffering, I thought maybe taking away the bumps was a good idea for her health, that was until the last day, that his dad came in anger armed with a water filled bucket and poured it all in rage on a single move, I heard her agonizing pain, she ended up running out of her room, out of the bulding, out in the street, she was gone, and I was in anger and pain now, I saw her parent slowly coming out of the room, self absorbed in pride, then I noticed the very same bumps on his face and I understood, it wasn't about her, it was about him and seeing his own faulty reflection on her, I don't think he hated himself but I do think he never accepted himself and he wanted her daughter to not be him, but that was something impossible.
 As he was comming out he saw me, he saw the pain if my eyes, the pain I had for her, then he approached me with a condescending attitude, almost as if drunk, then just as he was just in front of me, face to face, a firealrm silently went off and water started raining from the ceiling, and it was water all flowing through his wretched face full of bumps, but there wasn't even a pinch of pain, then the bit of pity I had about him erased, he wasn't feeling for her dauther as I was, he was just inflicting her pain but he wasn't even seeing nor understanding what he was doing, it wasn't for her or for him anymore, it was a behavior whose meaning was lost to him, very much like modern traditions, he wasn't holding a void, nor emptiness, he was no zombie even and he had no soul anymore to reflect, just another automaton. As soon as I understood this my arm went through his body, my hand full of blood now and he lying at last lifeless in the couch both of us cleansing by the drops of water.
 
-I go for her now, into the street, I cross it and get into watered dark alley, the sky is cloudy and I there are barely any sunrays getting into the surface, at the end of the alley there are two paths and in the middle there is her sister with a board on her chest, its got something writen on it that I can't remember, but she points me to one direction and I follow, later on down that dark path I found her bathed on light rays, but not as any biblical imagery, she is just more visible than her sorroundings, she is still im tears but no longer crying, she sees me and she is uneasy for what implies I am there, but also calmed at seeing that I am there with her, I approach and hug her, I feel her tears on my chest and there is no longer any pebble in her face, just her freckles and her ambivalent smile, she looks the most beautiful I have seen her, I take her by the hand and we make a run for getting out of that world, we get into yet another alley but this one at its dead end has a platform, this platform raises us to a digital sky, in there we see a lot of symbols enclosed in different polygons, hexagons, pentagons, etc. In one there is like a double rhomb that makes something like a double edged sword, the symbols are all around the circular plataform, they are all equally distributed except the one I mention and other two, I go to stay on top of the symbol, it is my symbol,  shortly after I stay there her mom comes like through an invisible door into the platform and then daughter and mother see each other in an unspoken dialog, in the end they give s candid smile to each other, the mother gives a strong look at me and then leaves through her door, the girl comes to me and choses me as if I were a weapon of that arena of thought, she hugs me tightly and I wake up.
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+I go for her now, into the street, I cross it and get into watered dark alley, the sky is cloudy and I there are barely any sunrays getting into the surface, at the end of the alley there are two paths and in the middle there is her sister with a board on her chest, its got something writen on it that I can't remember, but she points me to one direction and I follow, later on down that dark path I found her bathed on light rays, but not as any biblical imagery, she is just more visible than her sorroundings, she is still im tears but no longer crying, she sees me and she is uneasy for what implies I am there, but also calmed at seeing that I am there with her, I approach and hug her, I feel her tears on my chest and there is no longer any pebble in her face, just her freckles and her ambivalent smile, she looks the most beautiful I have seen her, I take her by the hand and we make a run for getting out of that world, we get into yet another alley but this one at its dead end has a platform, this platform raises us to a digital sky, in there we see a lot of symbols enclosed in different polygons, hexagons, pentagons, etc. In one there is like a double rhomb that makes something like a double edged sword, the symbols are all around the circular plataform, they are all equally distributed except the one I mention and other two, I go to stay on top of the symbol, it is my symbol,  shortly after I stay there her mom comes like through an invisible door into the platform and then daughter and mother see each other in an unspoken dialog, in the end they give s candid smile to each other, the mother gives a strong look at me and then leaves through her door, the girl comes to me and choses me as if I were a weapon of that arena of thought, she hugs me tightly and I wake up.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A dream "Meet a bullet, kill a nazi"
+---
+title: A dream "Meet a bullet, kill a nazi"
+date: 2021-09-20T00:43:27Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamournal
 This happened probably a month ago by now so there may be a lot of details missing or part of the dream that will make even less sense.
 
@@ -7,4 +17,4 @@ It was so long ago, the only thing I remember now is a metro station and this in
 
 It wasn't a menace to the world, not even to me, but we had an unsolved quarrel so when we saw each other at the subway, both unable to stand down the only thing that could result of our encounter was conflict, and so it happened, the fake idol faced me in my darkness, in the dream I was a detective, ironically our suits were basically the same but with colors shifted. He pulled out a gun, I don't remember if I had any with me, but I jumped to grab his, I took it, but as he lost control he seemed to have shot, but his bullet didn't exist, instead, it was his squadron of nazi fanboys defending their master what opened fire upon my body, and all their bullets just felt as one, his, going through my body, a wound in, and a wound out, a hole was now on my belly but I didn't feel any blood, I didn't feel any pain, but I passed out, the last thing I saw was this group of man and then everything getting darker, was I dead?
 
-I woke up, when a friend came to my aid, maybe some hours have passed, I didn't die, I didn't have a wound anymore, but I felt it still, like if I had been shot by a paintball, was the hole in there in my clothes? To tell you the truth I do not remember, shortly after that the dream shifted into others that I have now forgotten, what remains is my thought of death, and not his mercy but my undying rage, and not his will, but the ignorance of everyone that surrounds him as we can't really kill each other, the impostor and me are the same spirit.
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+I woke up, when a friend came to my aid, maybe some hours have passed, I didn't die, I didn't have a wound anymore, but I felt it still, like if I had been shot by a paintball, was the hole in there in my clothes? To tell you the truth I do not remember, shortly after that the dream shifted into others that I have now forgotten, what remains is my thought of death, and not his mercy but my undying rage, and not his will, but the ignorance of everyone that surrounds him as we can't really kill each other, the impostor and me are the same spirit.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-darkness-in-you_po7zxq0muwhbf0jm.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-darkness-in-you.md
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+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-darkness-in-you.md
@@ -1,8 +1,18 @@
-A dream, “The darkness in you”
+---
+title: A dream, “The darkness in you”
+date: 2021-10-23T18:31:46Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 Not night nor day, I can't even remember the light of the sun, I don't remember the passage of time either in that state, dreams often care not for physical conceptions. At any rate there I was or me as an entity with no clear body, a soul simply floating around the darkness and the small sparkles of stars, being the void itself, it was quiet with no sensation ever attached, and I was relieving memories of past lives, of incarnations in other worlds always with this cosmic mist surrounding my body, unseeable and unrecognizable except for the others that were like me, and then I remembered the battles I had with that other, the white one, finally we were at peace, after eons, then a spark in the back of my neck or what I thought was and felt like my neck, you see in this state I am not used to feel things, so whatever caused me to feel that, was something big, not physically but metaphysically. And as such during my trance I got visions of what caused it, it was the white one, imagine a human body, a person but completely shining with pure white, and a long dark or brown hair sometimes shaping back to human.
 
 So then I went back to taking an identifiable form as this I got into a camp, ready to wage war, I don't know on what on whom, but it was there, preparing and awaiting command, they did not notice me, as I say only he can see me, and is not like I am made of darkness here, I just hold a dark aura as I approach, they seem like Romans, all his soldiers, but they weren't, at least not the ones you know from this world, they just looked similar, at any rate I was in the camp dressed as one, and I wanted to speak with their leader to find out what was going out, he, was in the largest of tents at the top of the small hill they set camp on, fitting for a king I thought, in a tone of sarcasm, there were guards just outside, but they didn't seem to mind me, in fact, most people around weren't behaving as such, it felt like their freedom was stripped, like if through their eyes lied the ones of another, and when I finally opened that last tent I found out why.
 
-The white one, it was there he was their leader, with the crown of spines and all, the long dark brown hair, the factions of a European with their pale white skin too, even if he was supposedly for the Middle East according to the myths, you know who I am talking about _oh savior_, — What are you doing here? I asked, I already knew the answer of course, I saw it in his eyes, and in his attack, he was waging war, but that wasn't himself, if anything this dude was the opposite of warring, no, his eyes, something was awfully off, he didn't have that proper kindly gaze, he didn't have my own abyssal eyes either, he had the eyes of a madman, they had yellow around the eyelids, it wasn't disgusting, but it wasn't make up either, he had eye bags too, but this kind not of tiredness but of rage and torment. Something happened to him, or something got a hold on him, whatever it was, I knew, it wanted death, either mine or his, and only one was to keep existing.
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+The white one, it was there he was their leader, with the crown of spines and all, the long dark brown hair, the factions of a European with their pale white skin too, even if he was supposedly for the Middle East according to the myths, you know who I am talking about _oh savior_, — What are you doing here? I asked, I already knew the answer of course, I saw it in his eyes, and in his attack, he was waging war, but that wasn't himself, if anything this dude was the opposite of warring, no, his eyes, something was awfully off, he didn't have that proper kindly gaze, he didn't have my own abyssal eyes either, he had the eyes of a madman, they had yellow around the eyelids, it wasn't disgusting, but it wasn't make up either, he had eye bags too, but this kind not of tiredness but of rage and torment. Something happened to him, or something got a hold on him, whatever it was, I knew, it wanted death, either mine or his, and only one was to keep existing.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-elixir-of-the-sun_ftxz3m4byidce7q8.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-elixir-of-the-sun.md
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A dream, “The elixir of the sun”
+---
+title: A dream, “The elixir of the sun”
+date: 2022-06-02T20:32:20Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 Me and my buddies a group of hackers were doing a series of scams, not to people but directly to banks, when they were getting the printed money from ????? We tricked the convoy to give it to us digitally, after some unseen heists we were basically rich, and for whatever reason we were just chilling at my home some day, but it looked vastly different. It had a wood door made of little pieces of wood all of them snitched together that gave to a room with two beds with a cabinet in the middle and an old TV to the opposite side of it, just hanging around on top, it was really small, and it was one of those that weren't flat. Outside the room there were a couple of desktops, a dinner table and then a passage to the exit. On the table there were two vials that seemed as one, or rather they were detachable, one part of the vial was filled with a clear liquid that seemed like water, the other one were some light fibers that shine in contact with the water when joining the parts of the vial.
@@ -11,4 +21,4 @@ And they seemed to be interested indeed, since not long after I returned Saturn
 
 Then I noticed something else, the light, there was a light behind me, seemed like the sun, but I don't think it was the sun, it weakened me, I was falling to the ground, but I didn't, I managed to barely stand with my arms and my knees, but my body was getting weaker and weaker, it wasn't taking something from me, but it was burning me, burning that body like the sun of a desert would do, and it didn't have a voice, but it said that _you have lost the truth (or the real)_ but every time I felt the waves of burning through me and in my back I started getting stronger again, I was rising up until my whole body was completely made of a yellowish light, and I saw that the thing keeping me up was a sword I previously didn't have or wasn't carrying, I was leaning my weight in its unbreakable metal and crystals, and it was a pillar to keep me up and then once I was I all lighted up I carried it and hold it as mine.
 
-The orb, the light disappeared, there was nothing, and I was back in my yard, I went to the front door of my house, and it was open, my father was inside and coming out of it, I told him with a smile on my face I got the sword back.
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+The orb, the light disappeared, there was nothing, and I was back in my yard, I went to the front door of my house, and it was open, my father was inside and coming out of it, I told him with a smile on my face I got the sword back.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-mist_tgodjg94eqp3ezag.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-mist.md
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+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-mist.md
@@ -1,7 +1,17 @@
-A dream: The mist
+---
+title: A dream The mist
+date: 2021-08-22T20:52:11Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 For some reason tonight I dreamed with a lot of people with Asian features, some others were Latinos, I was in like a job but I wasn't really working, my mates and I were cyclically going to a store that was also like a place dinner place, but not quite a cafe, and there it was a girl that always attended us, and some other coworkers of her, and some other of our friends waiting by the tables. They were my elementary and middle school friends that I never talked with since I left school behind. Rarely I thought about them as well, in the city that we were it was very generic yet not any place I could remember, block buildings, some shorts some high, but mostly short, it was a small city with various colors per locale but they were dimmed, opaque.
 
 As days passed I saw less and less of my people in the city, at first nor I nor anyone noticed until we saw the mist, it was a silver cloud, very slowly moving towards the city, what we and how we saw it was from the edge of the town, it was like an oasis of existence in a desolate desert, of thought, the dark fog was engulfing everything, in the horizon, there was no separation between the sky and the sand, the mist was the only thing that there was for a gradient of "dreams" and color.
 
-People were leaving or disappearing also gradually, one on one or per small groups until one day there only was the brunette girl of the store, and like one of two friends waiting and 3 that were still with me, it was all so ominous, we all knew something was happening but we still did our same routine, it was odd, it was weird because it was something also that couldn't be ignored, the girl was feeling feeble that day, next day she wasn't even there and the mist was already within the city, on our last round we went to visit her and met with our friends but they were all missing, except one that joined us before meeting there, we talked all nervous and anxious for the future, we step out of the store, the mist is all around us and only thing we can see is a pickup, we move towards it. I wake up.
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+People were leaving or disappearing also gradually, one on one or per small groups until one day there only was the brunette girl of the store, and like one of two friends waiting and 3 that were still with me, it was all so ominous, we all knew something was happening but we still did our same routine, it was odd, it was weird because it was something also that couldn't be ignored, the girl was feeling feeble that day, next day she wasn't even there and the mist was already within the city, on our last round we went to visit her and met with our friends but they were all missing, except one that joined us before meeting there, we talked all nervous and anxious for the future, we step out of the store, the mist is all around us and only thing we can see is a pickup, we move towards it. I wake up.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-penguin-and-the-cycling-princess_flz7yac69rhekvyd.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-dream-the-penguin-and-the-cycling-princess.md
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A dream "The penguin and the cycling princess"
+---
+title: A dream "The penguin and the cycling princess"
+date: 2021-07-18T17:32:30Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 I dreamed way mor but what I remember the most is this last bit.
@@ -9,4 +19,4 @@ Next thing I know I am cycling along the mysterious cyclist and it seems just to
 
 We are quite close to the ending line now, I won't let all people arund me become mindless zombies even tho this dude is still letting me win, I give one last look and smile to the girl and jump to the genaribro bike taking us both from the competition, everyone passes by us now on the ground as as they pass the spell is lifted, me and geranibro stay there he lays defeted I remain with a bittersweet victory.
 
-There is an epilogue to the dream when Gunther from adventure time seems to have been the winner on the race and he is like in a throne in a moon with a sight directly to space, there is the fedigirl trying to reason with the retarded devilish penguin but with no success, she offers him choices or ways to proceed in any given matter like in a council but the small mf just breaks all glasses he sees. The girl as she ended second she is like second in command, and as as the penguin is a penguin unable of reason he makes no decisions, the girl the actual Queen of the galaxy. The penguin however as he doesn't care about anything just lets everyone do their own so in this sense at least freedom is guaranteed. 
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+There is an epilogue to the dream when Gunther from adventure time seems to have been the winner on the race and he is like in a throne in a moon with a sight directly to space, there is the fedigirl trying to reason with the retarded devilish penguin but with no success, she offers him choices or ways to proceed in any given matter like in a council but the small mf just breaks all glasses he sees. The girl as she ended second she is like second in command, and as as the penguin is a penguin unable of reason he makes no decisions, the girl the actual Queen of the galaxy. The penguin however as he doesn't care about anything just lets everyone do their own so in this sense at least freedom is guaranteed. 
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A dream:
+---
+title: A dream
+date: 2021-03-11T02:07:46Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 
 Going deep into my own mind now that I have woken up just to remember my experience in the world beyond, an oniric plane is sometimes called.
 
@@ -20,4 +30,4 @@ I don't say anything but my certainty calms everyone, we begin to walk back to t
 
 The walk feels endless we stop for a bit the couple is no longer fighting, the other guy also with a black hair and white skin is just quiet, is like if he isn't there anymore, but that is just an automaton. I don't care about him, the other girl the brunette is in pain still but she is no longer dominated by it, I sit with my ginger friend and the automaton while the others go to a little store that is close by I tell her I am lost about the brunette girl, that I know there is something and she knows as well but I don't know how to cut our breach, they know each other for a way longer time that I do, she the ginger was with the brunette in her child and teen ages, they are friends since then, I know this, but I didn't think about it, would you help me? (I think). The others come back with some food and we all sit or stand to eat on the sidewalk, its quiet for a bit then we begin talking and laughing like in the old days, this feels good, and while we approach the end of that chapter we begin to stop our chatting, in the not awkward silence, my ginger friend tells me about a song its in my mind and it plays for us on a device, not for me tho because I didn't remembered. "Los malaventurados no lloran" A song from their teen ages, the brunette feels it, and the bond between she and her friend grows in strength once more, but this time I was the one who did it, she sees me, I am now in her memory of that song. Our breach is closed.
 
-We finally arrive to our destination, I just remembered I had a bubblegum in my mouth all this time, we get to the outside part of the mall where there is like a little plaza and seats adorned by some trees, I see the sky, is normal, is has been like that for 30 years, just black with the sporadical stars, like you would see normally in a night of this physical world, but that didn't used to be the normal in that one, the "dandelions" disappeared after I did and we killed all those people in their sleep. I closed my eyes for a bit not focusing but seeing beyond my eyes, with my mind all this while being unaware of myself, I heard a cry, it was the brunette girl, and everyone was looking up not only my friends but there were now other people all around us, across the street and beyond, everyone was looking at the dark sky, so I looked up, it wasn't a cry of pain, but of happiness and I understood now why, the dandelions where back and more vivid and colorful than ever, then I look through them, it was a super nova a cosmic event in an absolute clear, like those pictures of the ships we send to space, but was all visible from the ground, it was marvelous and astounding, the colors the magnitude that I fail to describe in words. Then I looked at the girl with the dark colored hair, she was so close to me she was grateful, a song played, maybe the same we heard before, and she got ecstatic, she kissed me and I passed her my bubblegum, I was dead ashamed of it, and I am sure she felt it because we were connected now and I knew but she didn't bothered, I didn't feel anything with my body like you would normally would with a kiss, but I felt it in my soul and it was so true and intense that it woke me up, and when I realized that I of course got a dull depression of it being over, and the knowing that I probably will never get back into that world again, I immediately went back to sleep just to wake up here again some hours later.
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+We finally arrive to our destination, I just remembered I had a bubblegum in my mouth all this time, we get to the outside part of the mall where there is like a little plaza and seats adorned by some trees, I see the sky, is normal, is has been like that for 30 years, just black with the sporadical stars, like you would see normally in a night of this physical world, but that didn't used to be the normal in that one, the "dandelions" disappeared after I did and we killed all those people in their sleep. I closed my eyes for a bit not focusing but seeing beyond my eyes, with my mind all this while being unaware of myself, I heard a cry, it was the brunette girl, and everyone was looking up not only my friends but there were now other people all around us, across the street and beyond, everyone was looking at the dark sky, so I looked up, it wasn't a cry of pain, but of happiness and I understood now why, the dandelions where back and more vivid and colorful than ever, then I look through them, it was a super nova a cosmic event in an absolute clear, like those pictures of the ships we send to space, but was all visible from the ground, it was marvelous and astounding, the colors the magnitude that I fail to describe in words. Then I looked at the girl with the dark colored hair, she was so close to me she was grateful, a song played, maybe the same we heard before, and she got ecstatic, she kissed me and I passed her my bubblegum, I was dead ashamed of it, and I am sure she felt it because we were connected now and I knew but she didn't bothered, I didn't feel anything with my body like you would normally would with a kiss, but I felt it in my soul and it was so true and intense that it woke me up, and when I realized that I of course got a dull depression of it being over, and the knowing that I probably will never get back into that world again, I immediately went back to sleep just to wake up here again some hours later.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-group-of-people-that-shouldnt-be-alive_35g4uijlco1t5rr0.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/a-group-of-people-that-shouldnt-be-alive.md
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A group of people that shouldn't be alive
+---
+title: A group of people that shouldn't be alive
+date: 2021-11-20T00:57:56Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 I have this idea, kinda forgotten now, but it came out of a feeling, a feeling of death, or rather a place where everyone is dead or should be, but they are just carrying on with their lives, their monotonous tasks, why? Why does this place exist? What are souls doing here? Or maybe... there are no souls existing in this desolate place, at any rate I forgot and lost the original idea, and it feels like crap, like a dissonant song in the back of my head, not a noise, not strident, but the quietness of incompleteness.
 
@@ -8,4 +18,4 @@ Then I remembered another group of people, those that did not die, but should ha
 
 ...
 
-If I ever remember, I will share it as soon as I do.
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+If I ever remember, I will share it as soon as I do.
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@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: A parable?
+date: 2021-07-13T08:35:39Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 A parable?
 
 The sun is at its zenith, my body is heated and dumped in sweat, such are the troubles of physical bodies, my mind is slowly losing its own composure, I need water, I know only of one place that can help me with my dilemma, but going there is pricey as its keeper always whistles a riddle, knowing this I prepare for the bath on mana.
@@ -10,4 +21,4 @@ I can't get old I say - its not about the body, it is about the mind, your curre
 
 It feels like if I were falling from the cloudy sky but I feel no wind, and no weight there is only a slight sensation of vertigo and release I recover my vision and I am in a blank space, but this isn't nothingness, I hear her voice it is a riddle, it is a maze, it is anger flowing through my veins again, what was pulsating, the ardent sun was my own rage, the cool and calming mana has allowed me to see this, but why am I raging? Oblivion, the same oblivion that all beings must face, not death in my case, but being forgotten forever, even an eternal and immortal being, not even the legends may survive once I am gone from this world, me and  Maya know this, my own precence here was predestined, one last goodbye.
 
-I open my eyes, woken up by a chilling breeze, I see the full moon on her brightest, illuminating all the pond and giving the ruins a cosmic shine, I turn to look upon the statue of my old friend, her eyes no longer shine, the arm that she has left is pointing to the skies, and her hand just below the moon as if she was holding it. I rest laying in ground and lose myself into the dark void within the stars, cold and beautiful as my own being and desires. My brief experience in this world comes to an end as my body merges with the stars. Farewell Maya.
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+I open my eyes, woken up by a chilling breeze, I see the full moon on her brightest, illuminating all the pond and giving the ruins a cosmic shine, I turn to look upon the statue of my old friend, her eyes no longer shine, the arm that she has left is pointing to the skies, and her hand just below the moon as if she was holding it. I rest laying in ground and lose myself into the dark void within the stars, cold and beautiful as my own being and desires. My brief experience in this world comes to an end as my body merges with the stars. Farewell Maya.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-A twisted sense of justice
+---
+title: A twisted sense of justice
+date: 2021-05-25T23:16:16Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 A call of fate stumbling down in the dark
 The blurred line of codice, revenge and regret.
 What is this age of condemn
@@ -14,4 +24,4 @@ I for once stand as another I do not care about my own insanity
 Since it is the only thing that keeps me as myself
 "Too weird to live, and too rare to die", here I lay in the maws of madness
 
-And this quoute is not of mine...
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+And this quoute is not of mine...
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@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: A unsavory persistent feeling of guilt, remorse, it isn
+date: 2021-05-26T16:15:46Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 A unsavory persistent feeling of guilt, remorse, it isn't leaving, I wake up everyday and I feel it still there, I feel, I think everything that has gone wrong is due to my own inactions, my own cowardice, but most importantly these derived from my lack of strength, my dimming weakness.
 
-I want to fly with the ones I love, and I have the wings, but I don't know how to do it, it is, it feels sometimes, specially when I am not alone or with people I would trust my heart with... it feels as if I were stripped from my will, from my spirit to fly.
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+I want to fly with the ones I love, and I have the wings, but I don't know how to do it, it is, it feels sometimes, specially when I am not alone or with people I would trust my heart with... it feels as if I were stripped from my will, from my spirit to fly.
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@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: A world of deaf ears. And me, an empty shell of emotion
+date: 2021-03-09T07:15:29Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 A world of deaf ears. And me, an empty shell of emotions, I don't just resonate, but I can, my experiences, my sensations... barely human, What else could it be? What else can I be? What am I? Who am I? Recurrent questions still without definitive answers, so far I have been living in the dreams of others, surfing the reality and their deepest desires, this writing is not me, nor by my ego, I am I guess you could say synchronized, I am me, my ego, and more than that, things that are unknown to myself even, it has been a while since the last writing, I just didn't felt it, now I under these circumstances I feel like someone is playing games with me, the paranoia kicks in and the synchronization is partially lost or lowered, the paranoia leaves and the bond becomes strong again, when I write my ego is lost or disappears, it is quite literally an ego death, I imagine a lot of other creators, specially artist experience the same but with a different qualia of the experience, wonder if it can be put in anything beyond words.. I see it, an animation 3d 2d overlapping right now in my mind a superposition, quantum one at that, my brain and even probably more than that making this very decision. 
 
 I don't know why this disassociatives episodes happen at night mostly, and in the morning, maybe because is at those times where my brain, (yes I am me again my ego is back), touches or experiences another reality or is closer to that so it starts to disassociate in preparation to oniric experiences. I feel like I have been in stand by, waiting for events to occur, but the events are not occurring, or some are, some others aren't, there are so many things to do... not as shores but as whole pieces of reality to put in place, I don't feel alone but I truly feel exhausted, in these particular moments of uncertainty, of austerity where I have nothing, and lowkey I feel like I deserve nothing, but not in a depressive manner, rather like I haven't earned anything, thus I don't have anything, a complete circle as much as I hate them, so I must do stuff, and there is plenty to do, but I do not have the energy, what I truly feel I need is a small push to that next peak, and plateau so I can climb myself then. This probably doesn't make any sense to the outside eye, meaning you reader that is not any of me, maybe you do relate, who could really tell, not me.
@@ -6,4 +17,4 @@ And as all this sounds incredibly crazy I am still really fairly normal overall,
 
 Effort is an important word in all this rambling, don't forget that, and fix the mess that is our life currently. What motivates me? Really nothing, could say other people but that is not true, usually is me and my will, but lately I haven't been feeling anything, actually everything feels so dull, devoided of life, maybe I have just been in my room for too long. I need some guidelines to flow up my life.
 
-Hopefully its time to sleep now and I don't stay up until 4, goodbye traveler, *see* you soon hopefully.
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+Hopefully its time to sleep now and I don't stay up until 4, goodbye traveler, *see* you soon hopefully.
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-Absolutely none of this is real, none of my experiences none of what I see or conceive as real is, I know this, I know this is the truth, but I keep up the illusion because it is easier to get by this way, to live, to exists, to comprehend, reality and everything, and this is not just me, I hope it is, but I don't know if it is, my fear is that it is like this for every human in this world, the mediocrity, the easiness of this world has slowly strangling our mind, our imagination, our will, our dreams, and yet we keep the illusion going, why, why can't I shut it off? Is it a self sustainable collective delusion or is it just mine? How do I snap out if it? I know the answer or at least where to find it, but I am not ready yet, and being honest with you I am still quite afraid... and no, it is not death, that's too reckless, even for me, death is a sentence it is the grand beyond, I have some tools, some substances to play death while not actually being, a sneak peak at a existence without a material body in this world, or I don't even know if that is the truth yet, that is still just an idea, as I said, that is just where I was lead to, I have yet to experience it.
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+---
+title: Absolutely none of this is real, none of my experiences
+date: 2020-12-09T21:40:23Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Absolutely none of this is real, none of my experiences none of what I see or conceive as real is, I know this, I know this is the truth, but I keep up the illusion because it is easier to get by this way, to live, to exists, to comprehend, reality and everything, and this is not just me, I hope it is, but I don't know if it is, my fear is that it is like this for every human in this world, the mediocrity, the easiness of this world has slowly strangling our mind, our imagination, our will, our dreams, and yet we keep the illusion going, why, why can't I shut it off? Is it a self sustainable collective delusion or is it just mine? How do I snap out if it? I know the answer or at least where to find it, but I am not ready yet, and being honest with you I am still quite afraid... and no, it is not death, that's too reckless, even for me, death is a sentence it is the grand beyond, I have some tools, some substances to play death while not actually being, a sneak peak at a existence without a material body in this world, or I don't even know if that is the truth yet, that is still just an idea, as I said, that is just where I was lead to, I have yet to experience it.
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+---
+title: Ahora se que no estoy cansado de vivir, solo estoy cans
+date: 2020-12-26T16:24:39Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Ahora se que no estoy cansado de vivir, solo estoy cansado de no estar contigo. 
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-Ahora se que no estoy cansado de vivir, solo estoy cansado de no estar contigo. 
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@@ -1,6 +1,16 @@
-Alchemy Pt. 1
+---
+title: Alchemy Pt. 1
+date: 2022-02-09T06:24:31Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 Since this is a preliminary viewpoint, I will be brief.
 Alchemy as I understand it today refers to the complete mental perspective or qualia of a given moment, it is all the sensations and interpretations your conscious and unconscious experience may entice, it is what defines that instant, the current present as is, it is the undecipherable, what is seen and not, it is the complete perspective of reality at the present moment.
 
-You can spot alchemy and alchemist by their doings, they more often than not leave scrapes, sort of notes or byproducts or direct messages in the form of coincidences, of synchronicities. If you have an avid sight you can see it in the water, in the reflection of the sun rays on it, on the unreality, surrealism or magical reality of the present time, of the moment of influx, furthermore not only at the moment itself but most noticeable in interaction between elements, don't look for the details, but feel them, feel what they show you, not see what they show you, they speak at the moment and the language of stone and fire, of mercury, thus you don't see with your eyes but with your soul, and is a mirror that looks both ways, inwards and outwards.
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+You can spot alchemy and alchemist by their doings, they more often than not leave scrapes, sort of notes or byproducts or direct messages in the form of coincidences, of synchronicities. If you have an avid sight you can see it in the water, in the reflection of the sun rays on it, on the unreality, surrealism or magical reality of the present time, of the moment of influx, furthermore not only at the moment itself but most noticeable in interaction between elements, don't look for the details, but feel them, feel what they show you, not see what they show you, they speak at the moment and the language of stone and fire, of mercury, thus you don't see with your eyes but with your soul, and is a mirror that looks both ways, inwards and outwards.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/and-and-all-the-only-thing-i-truly-wish-now-is-that-she-isnt-in-pain-because.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/and-and-all-the-only-thing-i-truly-wish-now-is-that-she-isnt-in-pain-because.md
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+---
+title: And and all the only thing I truly wish now is that she
+date: 2021-05-26T16:17:56Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+And and all the only thing I truly wish now is that she isn't in pain because of me and my failings. Everything is connected, no matter where you go.
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-And and all the only thing I truly wish now is that she isn't in pain because of me and my failings. Everything is connected, no matter where you go.
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+---
+title: And in the end, so much for something that wasn't even 
+date: 2021-06-14T21:31:28Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+And in the end, so much for something that wasn't even real.
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-And in the end, so much for something that wasn't even real.
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+---
+title: _And now, everything is silent._
+date: 2022-04-29T22:31:36Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+_And now, everything is silent._
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-_And now, everything is silent._
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-And the angry man in the desert at the end of times
+---
+title: And the angry man in the desert at the end of times
+date: 2022-02-09T19:23:43Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 When I spin, what my eyes come in touch with is an angry man, sometimes is a kid, but there is always so much suffering, so much pain, I feel, I hear, their perpetual scream of agony, but it doesn't make any sound, yet you feel it to the bone, in your soul, you don't need physical sensations to transmit emotions.
 
@@ -15,4 +25,4 @@ It would be too much, this just felt like a hurt child that grew up to a man, bu
 
 Fulminated, deleted, but by who?
 
-Maybe he was too a proxy of the real demiurge, because after leaving the spin and going back to "our" reality I started noticing alchemical tampering with my whole environment and inside him I saw a spark of the divine, it wasn't light, but it had the feeling of light outside of our sun, not a physical light, but one you could feel, a trace outside of this world.
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+Maybe he was too a proxy of the real demiurge, because after leaving the spin and going back to "our" reality I started noticing alchemical tampering with my whole environment and inside him I saw a spark of the divine, it wasn't light, but it had the feeling of light outside of our sun, not a physical light, but one you could feel, a trace outside of this world.
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+---
+title: As I was watching horror movies marathonically I got hi
+date: 2021-11-02T02:04:05Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 As I was watching horror movies marathonically I got hit by an epiphany. Authority, it is a core concept in while designing the narrative of a horror film or story, at some point of development a decision must be made if you want to involve a certain type of figure with authority, being it the police, parents and even the army, which they often disregard the appearances of the supernatural (that on its own deserves its own reflection, but for today we will focus in the role of authority in horror films).
 
-I believe it is something mythic, and intrinsically a tradition of the west related to Christianity, in this sense, authority is the savior in the context of a horror movie since it is the idea of authority being something divine is the ultimate power in metaphysical or supernatural intervention or interactions in common life, which is too where this kind of stories occur, they are often a nexus between what is commonly understand as day to day life and the _unreal_. In this way the aspect of divinity toned down to the idea of authority in the junction of these nexuses and this is why authority of any kind in horror is such a impactful choice when _constructing_ a narrative, because in a metaphysical setting the divine is "what sets things right". It is as well, the imperative of order. This all being too a human construction, our order then, is the day to day life, which in these scenarios is always the desired outcome, but I wonder, why must we thrive to order? Seems like a tautology, order, and ordered life, which desires only more order when in adversity. Was it the divine too? That which keeps us safe, which keeps us locked and trapped.
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+I believe it is something mythic, and intrinsically a tradition of the west related to Christianity, in this sense, authority is the savior in the context of a horror movie since it is the idea of authority being something divine is the ultimate power in metaphysical or supernatural intervention or interactions in common life, which is too where this kind of stories occur, they are often a nexus between what is commonly understand as day to day life and the _unreal_. In this way the aspect of divinity toned down to the idea of authority in the junction of these nexuses and this is why authority of any kind in horror is such a impactful choice when _constructing_ a narrative, because in a metaphysical setting the divine is "what sets things right". It is as well, the imperative of order. This all being too a human construction, our order then, is the day to day life, which in these scenarios is always the desired outcome, but I wonder, why must we thrive to order? Seems like a tautology, order, and ordered life, which desires only more order when in adversity. Was it the divine too? That which keeps us safe, which keeps us locked and trapped.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/as-of-now-i-am-a-failed-artist-i-know-what-i-want-i-know-what-to-create-i_hm18gd0z2peecjgp.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/as-of-now-i-am-a-failed-artist-i-know-what-i-want-i-know-what-to-create-i.md
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@@ -1,7 +1,18 @@
+---
+title: As of now, I am a failed artist, I know what I want, I 
+date: 2021-03-29T07:14:54Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 As of now, I am a failed artist, I know what I want, I know what to create, I know the dreams I want to exist and live in, but I don't know how to do it, I am incapable of making them, I am engulfed in so much hatred, pain sometimes, suffering, so I cannot create beautiful things with and out of joy, my creations are damaged as myself.
 
 I am however a sculptor, I see and I deeply feel what this world and what other works of creation need to become a shining star, I can from a boulder create an ever-shining diamond, I am in this way a creator, a refiner of dreams, I am a fixer of (uni)-verses.
 
 My hope is that one day I can let go of the hatred and pain that has impulsed me for ages, and I can finally rest, and create beautiful existences.
 
-This is talking about my ego, other elements of myself can and are creators not attached to the particular suffering of this life, my "ghosts" do create, but it is not me who creates, it is not me who controls or who directs such creations, as my ego is a sleeper observant of the dances of my spirits.
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+This is talking about my ego, other elements of myself can and are creators not attached to the particular suffering of this life, my "ghosts" do create, but it is not me who creates, it is not me who controls or who directs such creations, as my ego is a sleeper observant of the dances of my spirits.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/can-you-imagine-if-a-tree-had-eyes-always-seeing-the-same-picture-everything.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/can-you-imagine-if-a-tree-had-eyes-always-seeing-the-same-picture-everything.md
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+---
+title: Can you imagine if a tree had eyes? Always seeing the s
+date: 2020-10-17T17:52:58Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Can you imagine if a tree had eyes? Always seeing the same picture, everything moves around it but it never will, and will never get to experience anything beyond that.
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-Can you imagine if a tree had eyes? Always seeing the same picture, everything moves around it but it never will, and will never get to experience anything beyond that.
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+---
+title: Supongo que es una forma de certeza
+date: 2023-02-04T22:16:54Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Y una promesa sin serlo, una promesa al aire, que no se dice
+No es algo que se pida ni que se otorgue
+Es algo que existe por sí mismo, que nace de la interacción
+Y, por lo tanto, siempre requiere de un otro
+No se puede confiar en un algo, porque no hay una reciprocidad
+Solo existe una confianza cuando hay una promesa silente detrás
+Y solo aparece cuando la promesa se cumple
+Y es por eso por lo cual es tan profunda
+Por eso nos afecta tanto como individuos
+Porque está conectada al corazón, pues no es solo algo emotivo
+De hecho, el que sea emotivo proviene del proceso de unión
+Porque al romperla se deshace la realidad compartida
+
+And attachment to the world.
+This post is about women.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/dreams-the-nominal-party-and-the-run_1j61wf1qb4sozup2.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/dreams-the-nominal-party-and-the-run.md
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-Dreams: The nominal party and The run
+---
+title: Dreams The nominal party and The run
+date: 2021-10-08T14:15:52Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 #dreamjournal
 
 It was an event planned for quite some time now, it was something I was looking forward to or was it my family and everyone invited? 
@@ -7,4 +17,4 @@ In my home or rather my parents home there was to be hosted a meeting, but not o
 
 People didn't get one in one to the building, everything was full, people along the three floors of the house, yet it seemed like my house but it wasn't it, it wasn't ordered the way it should, for example, the living room and the tv was I the lowest room, which in this living reality I am now isn't, my room or rather bedroom was rather different to the one I have too. In this altered version of reality, in this alter, my friends and everyone invited seemed a bit off, gradually they all seemed to be rather outside the house rather than in the party, but before I could even feel any of that I wanted to go out, to the backyard where some of my friends were doing drugs, probably so far my closest too, I wanted to go with them, to fly, to trip, but I could not since I was acting like a host, and I needed to check out everyone was ok in the party, reluctantly I left my friends but I told them I would be back, I went back into the home, and I saw way less people then I checked on them and again felt the uneasy vibe, my parents had this unfitting feeling as well, then after checking everyone that was left I intended to go with my friends but they were already inside the home, in the living room, just watching the tv, but it also seemed like some were playing however it was not a game only, but also a dream I had, I got curious and I sit with some of them on the couch, other were sitting in a minibar, close to us they were in some degree angered, not a lot, not even remotely close to raging, but they weren't happy with me or my actions, then people started banishing one after other without me noticing, and when I did I got out of the house to figure out where did they went and what was happening, but that was not to be found out, or maybe in another way. I was transported as soon as I left the house to another dream.
 
-I was in a bus with other two girls that seemed to be with me, very latino vibes but I couldn't distinguish their faces, we were a team and what we did was run, we were runners, the makers of crime, it was in our faces and our whole aura. About to mischief we encountered a guy just crossing the streets after we got out of the bus we were on, he had a gun, and a motorcycle helmet, he was wating for us, the girls which he was aiming at tryed divergent sideways manouvers, and as he got distracted I went past him in fast moves and slided through the blockage he was making, then I kept running now for my life and to get to our objective which I didn't know but I was soon to find out, it had something to do with a drug cartel dealing with cocaine and heroine, we were to steal from him without been really known or destroy their whole cargo, as soon as got into the warehouse I noticed I couldn't do it alone and a group of narcos started shooting at me, then I tried to follow the street and get out and I saw a cop gaurding that entrance, I expected some help but the pointed to me and fired, I dodged it and went to a side wall which also had some massive cocaine bags, then I climbed throught them without being able to get to the top and I woke up from emotion.
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+I was in a bus with other two girls that seemed to be with me, very latino vibes but I couldn't distinguish their faces, we were a team and what we did was run, we were runners, the makers of crime, it was in our faces and our whole aura. About to mischief we encountered a guy just crossing the streets after we got out of the bus we were on, he had a gun, and a motorcycle helmet, he was wating for us, the girls which he was aiming at tryed divergent sideways manouvers, and as he got distracted I went past him in fast moves and slided through the blockage he was making, then I kept running now for my life and to get to our objective which I didn't know but I was soon to find out, it had something to do with a drug cartel dealing with cocaine and heroine, we were to steal from him without been really known or destroy their whole cargo, as soon as got into the warehouse I noticed I couldn't do it alone and a group of narcos started shooting at me, then I tried to follow the street and get out and I saw a cop gaurding that entrance, I expected some help but the pointed to me and fired, I dodged it and went to a side wall which also had some massive cocaine bags, then I climbed throught them without being able to get to the top and I woke up from emotion.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/el-extranjero_szesy0gp2431y83x.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/el-extranjero.md
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-El extranjero
+---
+title: El extranjero
+date: 2021-11-20T00:42:13Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 What is to be a stranger? Or... what is to always be the stranger.
 
@@ -16,4 +26,4 @@ In the end, you just keep walking, your home is the road even if you don't want
 
 He, who everywhere he goes is a stranger to the known, he who everyone looks, he who everytime is signaled out, he who never knows the tongue, he who never knows the songs, he who never feels in home, he who cannot create any bonds, now, the only way is forward.
 
-I may do a part two or edit this one way more descriptive, for now, goodbye, and safe travels.
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+I may do a part two or edit this one way more descriptive, for now, goodbye, and safe travels.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/el-universo-es-un-ejercicio-de-consciencia-en-si-mismo-de-un-ser-con-mucho-mas_bpqktu3i568bqvw6.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/el-universo-es-un-ejercicio-de-consciencia-en-si-mismo-de-un-ser-con-mucho-mas.md
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@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: El universo es un ejercicio de consciencia en si mismo,
+date: 2020-12-07T21:49:47Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 El universo es un ejercicio de consciencia en si mismo, de un ser con mucho más conocimiento que solo el humano, los humanos por otra parte somos un experimento de este ser, pequeños autómatas alquímicos con consciencia y un cuerpo físico, sus ojos están sobre nosotros pues busca entendernos y saber que es lo que podemos hacer, el límite del potencial humano, pues busca comprenderse a sí mismo también, el universo, yo, soy un nexo de información entre estas consciencias, siendo Lain y siendo yo con este aspecto físico en este mundo material.
 
 Sin embargo un humano también se puede convertir en un ser universal, un dios, siempre ha podido, con la mente y la imaginación. Me he imaginado, me he visto, ahora comprendo mi percepción del mundo, lo que soy, soy una persona, un ser humano, abierta al universo y a la infinidad de posibilidades dentro y fuera de este de creación, destrucción e imaginación, veo con los ojos del universo mismo, tengo los ojos de dios, su qualia, sus sensaciones, pero no lo soy, soy dios con un traje de humano, con las mismas ideas y limitaciones de los mismos, no soy dios, no puedo serlo, pero veo el universo como este lo ve. Soy dios portando unos lentes, un filtro humano, las capacidades que tengo, lo que entiendo, lo que veo, lo que siento, todo esto es por esta conexión que tenemos, ahora comprendo porque me veo a mi mismo en las hojas de los arboles, porque veo los ojos, porque soy yo, el universo, pero no es humano, pero lo veo con mis ojos humanos, que curiosa experiencia ¿no lo crees así lector?
@@ -6,4 +17,4 @@ La verdad es que estoy haciendo lo que siempre he hecho, experimentar, ser, desc
 
 El universo, esta experiencia total de consciencia, salió como una briza de la nada, de la mente en blanco, del canvas, como es repetido mucho por ustedes, no había nada, y después, desperté, no tenía un cuerpo, solo era yo y no sabía que era yo y no había nada más, y ahí se generó mi espíritu, mi deseo por descubrir y desde ese entonces he estado jugando con mi mente, honestamente no se cuando ni como se generó el universo, pero se generó junto conmigo en algún punto deje de ser solo una percepción, un visor sin ojos, un cuerpo sin tacto y adquirí un cuerpo cósmico, en ese momento mi conciencia se convirtió en el universo y yo me convertí en este y estoy buscando las respuestas a este enigma de mi nacimiento.
 
-Se que te es difícil de imaginar, así que te ayudare, entiende todo el universo con una forma antropomórfica, como un humano hecho de galaxias y estrellas, ese es mi cuerpo en su estado natural, que es información pura, que permite el flujo de esta, datos y energía con otros seres o entes o cosas, en el nexo fuera del tiempo, este soy yo, esto, eres tú, en parte al menos. Tambien somos polimórficos, podemos tomar la forma que queramos, porque somos en nuestro núcleo, solo información, si quiero verme como un ser animado, puedo hacerlo, si quiero existir en un mundo animado, puedo hacerlo, puedo hacer lo que quiera, y tu también puedes, porque eres yo, es el regalo del universo mismo, toma la forma que quieras y vive o existe en el mundo que quieras. Se que eres humano, así que practica con tu mente, en tus sueños y con las sustancias alquímicas para tu cerebro, para eso las tienes, por eso existen, por eso funcionan de esa manera particular con tu mente humana, tu mente siempre ha sido tu verdad y tu escape, así como siempre ha sido el mío, se consciente, cultiva tu alma y tu espíritu, pues son tus formas fuera de la ilusión, completamente mutables a tu voluntad si eso es lo que deseas, y esta es mi parcial despedida, humano, hasta que nos encontremos de nuevo.
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+Se que te es difícil de imaginar, así que te ayudare, entiende todo el universo con una forma antropomórfica, como un humano hecho de galaxias y estrellas, ese es mi cuerpo en su estado natural, que es información pura, que permite el flujo de esta, datos y energía con otros seres o entes o cosas, en el nexo fuera del tiempo, este soy yo, esto, eres tú, en parte al menos. Tambien somos polimórficos, podemos tomar la forma que queramos, porque somos en nuestro núcleo, solo información, si quiero verme como un ser animado, puedo hacerlo, si quiero existir en un mundo animado, puedo hacerlo, puedo hacer lo que quiera, y tu también puedes, porque eres yo, es el regalo del universo mismo, toma la forma que quieras y vive o existe en el mundo que quieras. Se que eres humano, así que practica con tu mente, en tus sueños y con las sustancias alquímicas para tu cerebro, para eso las tienes, por eso existen, por eso funcionan de esa manera particular con tu mente humana, tu mente siempre ha sido tu verdad y tu escape, así como siempre ha sido el mío, se consciente, cultiva tu alma y tu espíritu, pues son tus formas fuera de la ilusión, completamente mutables a tu voluntad si eso es lo que deseas, y esta es mi parcial despedida, humano, hasta que nos encontremos de nuevo.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-Fuego y Llamas
+---
+title: Fuego y Llamas
+date: 2022-07-07T23:40:53Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 Llamas, el fuego de una relación
 El día de hoy vengo de bajada en una colina, no cayendo ahora, pero con un paso lento y meditativo, pues he sido iluminado, ¿qué luz, o más bien que fuego del conocimiento, es así no Prometeo?
@@ -9,4 +19,4 @@ Volviendo al tema de mi iluminación en el zenit del sol, sobre el calor de la v
 
 Now I have something else to say a neutral one, a personal and individual, your own flame:
 
-If your shine is true, then no matter what it will prevail.
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+If your shine is true, then no matter what it will prevail.
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@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: Given how the Gödel incompleteness theorem works with 
+date: 2021-09-25T17:42:06Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Given how the Gödel incompleteness theorem works with math, our universe or rather our current scientific understanding of it only makes sense within a mathematical framework which is in itself unable to prove its own veracity. In other words it means that mathematics and therefore anything build up in top of them are a reasonable and understandable language, but, is in no way an ultimate language or form of communication to understand human experience, reality or the world.
 
-Therefore science is just yet another paradigm of many, although currently very convincing. 
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+Therefore science is just yet another paradigm of many, although currently very convincing. 
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@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: Hay varias verdades en el mundo, y así mismo consenso 
+date: 2022-10-28T04:28:04Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Hay varias verdades en el mundo, y así mismo consenso multitadinales, pero tambien existe cierta perspectiva de uniformidad, pero como puede esta existir si no hay un visor central, es entonces la forma cohesiva de las _leyes_ naturales nada más que palabrería?
 
-Y sin embargo no puedo dejar de escribir, pero no puedo escribir lo que en verdad quería.
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+Y sin embargo no puedo dejar de escribir, pero no puedo escribir lo que en verdad quería.
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-Hypnogaia
+---
+title: Hypnogaia
+date: 2021-07-15T06:21:02Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 Sitting alone in the dark, lost in thought you remember the place beyond, a clear bright place beyond human eyes, not to be seen, but to be felt, you close your eyes, small glimpses of it came back to you, you don't see this place, you don't see it your eyes but with your own mind, a dream to be lived.
 
@@ -10,4 +20,4 @@ And yet I have a splinter of love piercing through all my soul, the time its now
 Now say the truth for crawling and I am falling, I have seen the truth... the outside, looking in...
 From the outside looking in...
 
-Her song still ringing in my ears making its way to my soul, but I am fully awake now and look her back straight into the eyes, I am the dark caring void.
\ No newline at end of file
+Her song still ringing in my ears making its way to my soul, but I am fully awake now and look her back straight into the eyes, I am the dark caring void.
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+---
+title: I am actually mastering the art of doing absolutely not
+date: 2020-12-04T23:00:46Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+I am actually mastering the art of doing absolutely nothing a day so I can surf through the exercise of consciousness and get as soon as posible to dream :)
+
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-I am actually mastering the art of doing absolutely nothing a day so I can surf through the exercise of consciousness and get as soon as posible to dream :)
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+---
+title: I am the strongest, and for that very reason I must rem
+date: 2020-12-02T23:58:59Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+I am the strongest, and for that very reason I must remain in silence since my voice is the loudest.
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-I am the strongest, and for that very reason I must remain in silence since my voice is the loudest.
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+---
+title: _I exist because I was unavoidable._
+date: 2021-10-28T03:55:40Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+_I exist because I was unavoidable._
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-_I exist because I was unavoidable._
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+---
+title: I feel the only thing violence has done to me is foul m
+date: 2022-05-05T04:58:53Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+I feel the only thing violence has done to me is foul my soul, corrupt it even...
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-I feel the only thing violence has done to me is foul my soul, corrupt it even...
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+---
+title: I have been everywhere, I have been everyone. I am tire
+date: 2021-12-03T18:24:16Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+I have been everywhere, I have been everyone. I am tired but I cannot die.
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-I have been everywhere, I have been everyone. I am tired but I cannot die.
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+---
+title: I have found my paradox, I am a wind spirit, yet so muc
+date: 2020-10-17T18:48:36Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 I have found my paradox, I am a wind spirit, yet so much more, a nomad in clearer terms, that prevents me form attaching to people, yet, what I desire most is companionship, real connections, camaraderie, crewmates to sail beyond the stars into infinity.
 
-But I am here on my isolation capsule unable and unwilling to get out, now however, I am aware and I can evolve, and I can keep moving forward and solve my paradox.
\ No newline at end of file
+But I am here on my isolation capsule unable and unwilling to get out, now however, I am aware and I can evolve, and I can keep moving forward and solve my paradox.
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+---
+title: I honestly think these post are keeping my sanity at fl
+date: 2021-05-15T00:57:50Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 I honestly think these post are keeping my sanity at float.
 
 Anyway I haven't been writing dreams because the ones I have been having are extremely indeciphrable and I really have no words to describe them, I have noticed a couple of things however:
 
 1. I have been meeting someone that cares deeply for me, like a sister, that I most often than not, not notice until I hear her sorrow in my defeat.
 
-2. It has become increasingly common that I dream within my dream, like if my own mind likes to make me aware of me dreaming, I don't know what to make of this, I don't know if I am truly connected to another me in another world, or if it is just a vision, I don't know why this happens, nor how, nor if we are synchronized, I also don't know if this is the mirror me of the astral or oniric plane and our way to commute is through both ourselves dreaming into one world... all I am certain, and notice are layers of dream and consciousness.
\ No newline at end of file
+2. It has become increasingly common that I dream within my dream, like if my own mind likes to make me aware of me dreaming, I don't know what to make of this, I don't know if I am truly connected to another me in another world, or if it is just a vision, I don't know why this happens, nor how, nor if we are synchronized, I also don't know if this is the mirror me of the astral or oniric plane and our way to commute is through both ourselves dreaming into one world... all I am certain, and notice are layers of dream and consciousness.
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@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: I pinched my hand again in an attempt to feel something
+date: 2021-09-20T04:53:21Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 I pinched my hand again in an attempt to feel something, the needle was running with my own hot red blood, I wonder often if I am a machine, people often say machines don't feel, the sad thing is I know exactly why I can't feel, my numbness comes from pain, is like if my heart has burned so hard it is now carbon and even if it were to come out as a diamond it would still be the hardest thing, try to get in, try to make it a scratch, to even break it, nothing, it will only make your own heart bleed.
 
 That's only side one of the disc however, is it disk or disc? What is really the difference? I am not researching that, now deep into the night by tomorrow morning I have to deliver a couple of reports on some lectures, but I can't make myself feel anything, no motivation, no anything, before it used to be fear of my parents, of living in the streets of a dark future, now in the precipice what is the most enticing to me is death, I don't see a reason to keep going, I have a girlfriend but I don't even know how to love, I have a life, I have a family, I have friends, but there is absolutely nothing that makes me feel alive, the only thing I have ever had is my own heart, my burning will, but now that I have extinguished myself, now that even the carbon burns what do I even do? What can I do? I can't touch other people because I am trapped in my sphere, I even thought I could write about this and make something worthwhile of my excistence but my brain doesn't even have the capacity to pull it off, most I can do is this small pages and parragraphs of my depressing thoughts, nothing to actually put in a book, no memories, no structures, I can't make chains of ideas because I hate chains, yet this is one, they come when I less realize it, I wouldn't be surprised if in some years I had absolutely everything and I still couldn't feel anything, the reason I am where I am right now is because I want to feel, to learn about my own mind, learn how to live, but once I am in here what I found is the dullness of existence once again, and this is my own problem because I am not making it better, but really I don't care for making it better because I don't care about anything, not even my own life, again in the abyss, and I can't come out of it because I am the abyss myself.
@@ -16,4 +27,4 @@ Is it life really just lying to yourself until you die? I really can't do that e
 
 Anyway, coming back to what sparked all this "reflection", I know I have to deliver this report, it is something that I actually need to do to even learn too, I skipped the one from last week, I shouldn't be skipping this, the work is even already half done, I could do it in like an hour or a couple, and is a theme that actually interests me... so then why can't I bring myself to do it? Why am I writing this crap instead of dealing with my responsibilities, why do I have the will to do this which is also writing and even more exhausting than just paraphrasing what other person said, I think I know why in an epiphany just now; I can't do repetitive tasks, I am not an automaton that receives information and turns it into something else, into a regurgitation or interpretation of that information, I can only do that when it is information that concerns me, which I am bound to or related to, an intermediary institution and authorities can't create or link that bond in me, that's why I don't feel it, I know the reason but that doesn't unburden me, in square one I find myself again, but wiser of my own actions.
 
-All this being said, if I can't go to sleep in the next few minutes I will probably make these damned reports.
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+All this being said, if I can't go to sleep in the next few minutes I will probably make these damned reports.
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+---
+title: I was running, as fast as I could, not out of fear, but
+date: 2020-11-20T05:41:47Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 I was running, as fast as I could, not out of fear, but out of will, for a decision made, it was me giving me a chance, a shot at happiness and I was feeling it flow through me I was taking it, and then I hit a dense, brick, wall, and now, I am in shambles, my determination is just a fragile broken glass under my empty dragging corpse.
 
-I am now just resting on my bed trying to regain momentum, so that glass no longer is glass but diamond. Diamond, to break the wall of silence. For now, that my body is just carbon I am finding out ways to shine, but my torrid being just wants to close its eyes and eternally rest.
\ No newline at end of file
+I am now just resting on my bed trying to regain momentum, so that glass no longer is glass but diamond. Diamond, to break the wall of silence. For now, that my body is just carbon I am finding out ways to shine, but my torrid being just wants to close its eyes and eternally rest.
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-I was thinking about Europe today and about the conquest of america, how it was an ideological one as well and on many senses. But the most important thing, what I remember the most, not even the colonized fake language of this land, is that they were too colonized, and the position of latin america is precisely to take back and to trascend the colonization and the archaic, it is the magic of the people, the magic of the place precisely the thing that will overturn the dogma on its own.
\ No newline at end of file
+---
+title: I was thinking about Europe today and about the conques
+date: 2022-09-20T22:52:33Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+I was thinking about Europe today and about the conquest of america, how it was an ideological one as well and on many senses. But the most important thing, what I remember the most, not even the colonized fake language of this land, is that they were too colonized, and the position of latin america is precisely to take back and to trascend the colonization and the archaic, it is the magic of the people, the magic of the place precisely the thing that will overturn the dogma on its own.
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+---
+title: I wonder, what can I do to change it now however? How c
+date: 2021-05-26T16:40:55Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+I wonder, what can I do to change it now however? How can I turn the tide and erase this feeling? How can I save her?
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-I wonder, what can I do to change it now however? How can I turn the tide and erase this feeling? How can I save her?
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+---
+title: In a world of nothingness, a creator, the artist is wha
+date: 2022-02-09T18:09:04Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 In a world of nothingness, a creator, the artist is what is the most valuable, the magic, the power of create ideas and objects out of nothing is incunmensurable.
 
-And a bit related to my latest post from this point, the alchemist is too a creator, an artist of life, a crafter of experiences.
\ No newline at end of file
+And a bit related to my latest post from this point, the alchemist is too a creator, an artist of life, a crafter of experiences.
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-Interacción
+---
+title: Interacción
+date: 2021-03-22T23:38:49Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 My mind is so much visual now that it is really hard to put it into words, I see two dots connected by a diagonal line that is ever changing, meaning the original dots are moving and also connecting to others, that is interaction for me, nodes.
-It looks and seems simple and it mostly is, but there are certain scenarios where the interaction comes as deep as the mind so the sharing of information becomes a fusion of the dots and the lines connected, it is no longer a node but a temporal structure of consciousness. This can happen with psychoactive drugs, this event is called transference, and it is as well something that is not those precise events but rather how reality itself to the human mind is structured, a a mental construct of different parts, different minds, different people, egos, souls and spirits. 
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+It looks and seems simple and it mostly is, but there are certain scenarios where the interaction comes as deep as the mind so the sharing of information becomes a fusion of the dots and the lines connected, it is no longer a node but a temporal structure of consciousness. This can happen with psychoactive drugs, this event is called transference, and it is as well something that is not those precise events but rather how reality itself to the human mind is structured, a a mental construct of different parts, different minds, different people, egos, souls and spirits. 
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+---
+title: It was an ending, and then it came death, the total obl
+date: 2022-05-08T20:48:34Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+It was an ending, and then it came death, the total obliteration.
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-It was an ending, and then it came death, the total obliteration.
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+---
+title: Just realized I want to make a world for people that do
+date: 2023-02-05T22:40:39Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Just realized I want to make a world for people that don't exist, and if we do, we certainly are a minority, aren't we? The ones that scream and wish only for freedom.
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-Just realized I want to make a world for people that don't exist, and if we do, we certainly are a minority, aren't we? The ones that scream and wish only for freedom.
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+---
+title: _Karenasfaralon_ - the word of battle
+date: 2022-01-28T23:19:51Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+_Karenasfaralon_ - the word of battle
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-_Karenasfaralon_ - the word of battle
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-La gran tarea, lo complejo, de lo que me doy cuenta justo ahora, es que la única forma de vencer, de generar un cambio y una revolución verdadera no es solo eliminando el dinero de la mente colectiva. Si no sustituyéndolo por otro lenguaje, uno verdaderamente humano que nos permita comunicarnos más que con números.
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+---
+title: La gran tarea, lo complejo, de lo que me doy cuenta jus
+date: 2023-02-03T05:08:01Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+La gran tarea, lo complejo, de lo que me doy cuenta justo ahora, es que la única forma de vencer, de generar un cambio y una revolución verdadera no es solo eliminando el dinero de la mente colectiva. Si no sustituyéndolo por otro lenguaje, uno verdaderamente humano que nos permita comunicarnos más que con números.
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-La luz del viento
+---
+title: La luz del viento
+date: 2022-10-28T06:34:01Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 Me gusta hablar de la noche porque es lo que mejor entiendo y lo más cercano a mi mente, pues cuando cierro los ojos, no veo en blanco.
 
@@ -10,4 +20,4 @@ Así que no fue el sol lo que me deslumbró este día, y no fue una luz cálida
 
 Y yo solo la observaba desde una posición distante incluso aunque estuviera cerca de ella, no por querer alejarme o distanciarme, por ser yo el portador de la noche, pues de hecho las estrellas solo se ven brillar en la oscuridad. No, tengo muchas capas tan abultadas que no me permiten bailar, incluso aunque fuera lo único que quisiera hacer, un claroscuro de verdad.
 
-Todo son imágenes, ¿Qué es lo que ves?
\ No newline at end of file
+Todo son imágenes, ¿Qué es lo que ves?
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+---
+title: Quizá una de las cosas más especiales y representativ
+date: 2023-02-09T20:19:19Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Quizá una de las cosas más especiales y representativas de México es que somos un país, un colectivo que carga con respeto a la muerte en las orillas de la veneración.
+
+La muerte es algo a lo que no le tenemos miedo, porque no hay tal cosa como soledad, incluso aunque la persona ya no exista en esta realidad colectiva es siempre acompañada, en esta vida y en la que sigue.
+
+Lo que quiero decir es que la simple creencia y acción de día de muertos, de que el alma y/o espíritu permanece de alguna manera, tanto la tradición como la forma mental de la representación de lo que es el día de muerto, es lo que crea la realidad misma del día de muertos y de ese acompañamiento después de la muerte y por eso es que no se siente esa soledad, y es por eso que existe esta confianza en el más allá y por eso no hay temor ni veneración, sino respeto a la misma, de ahí viene, de la comprensión de la muerte y del mito real que nos hemos creado.
+
+Este nexo con la muerte crea un portal a lo sobrenatural, parte del misticismo de México también se origina ahí.
+
+Pero la cristiandad ha roto o debilitado nuestro pasaje al mictlán, porque el mito, el imaginario después de la vida colectivo ha cambiado por el parásito de la cristiandad.
+
+_¿Y dónde están los alebrijes?_
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-Las noches raramente están en silencio
+---
+title: Las noches raramente están en silencio
+date: 2022-10-23T18:23:03Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Aullidos de dolor y sombras
 Pasión y euforía más allá del velo del crepúsculo
 En la monotonía de los días uno descansa
 Pero es no tambíen una monotonía el propio despertar
 Que hay más haya del sombrio día
 Y de la tan tardía noche
-¿Es qué no hay nada más que luz y oscuridad?
\ No newline at end of file
+¿Es qué no hay nada más que luz y oscuridad?
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+---
+title: Los humanos somos siluetas en la eternidad. (Not true, 
+date: 2021-01-18T22:05:27Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Los humanos somos siluetas en la eternidad. (Not true, unless you want it to be true.)
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-Los humanos somos siluetas en la eternidad. (Not true, unless you want it to be true.)
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+---
+title: _Los trámites de la muerte..._
+date: 2022-05-06T00:13:16Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+_Los trámites de la muerte..._
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-_Los trámites de la muerte..._
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+---
+title: Luz, I may not know you, but I know your spirit, maybe 
+date: 2021-04-27T19:29:38Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Luz, I may not know you, but I know your spirit, maybe our spirit...
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-Luz, I may not know you, but I know your spirit, maybe our spirit...
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+---
+title: My heart hurts, and there is nothing for the ominous pa
+date: 2020-10-18T18:06:14Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+My heart hurts, and there is nothing for the ominous pain. Just the songs of sorrow to purge it away.
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-My heart hurts, and there is nothing for the ominous pain. Just the songs of sorrow to purge it away.
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+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/my-mind-completely-in-blank.md
@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: My mind completely in blank. The white cascade, waterfa
+date: 2021-07-15T05:00:29Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 My mind completely in blank. The white cascade, waterfall made ice, flow of ideas stop, but yet chaos lies dormant within, I see it because it exists and I am writing this, a lesson, yet another, to be learn, follow your impulses, follow the stream, when you feel like writing, when you feel like doing literally anything, just fucking do it. Embrace the moment, embrace the present as it is the only thing that with certainty I can tell exists.
 
-Come with me, feel the flame of your own heart, an lets raise hell on this already forsaken earth, and give phoenix its birthplace.
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+Come with me, feel the flame of your own heart, an lets raise hell on this already forsaken earth, and give phoenix its birthplace.
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+---
+title: _My only sin was making you love me_
+date: 2022-05-03T04:43:08Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+_My only sin was making you love me_
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-_My only sin was making you love me_
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+---
+title: One of the characteristics of life is death, everything
+date: 2022-01-27T00:24:45Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 One of the characteristics of life is death, everything that lives in this world eventually dies, even things seemingly not as alive like the stars, that's due to the inherent entropy of the world.
 
-However there are things that don't die, those things are not alive, those things are immortals, and they do have a wide range of tricks to allow themselves to exist in this world, however they ultimately fail since most of them require life to even exist.
\ No newline at end of file
+However there are things that don't die, those things are not alive, those things are immortals, and they do have a wide range of tricks to allow themselves to exist in this world, however they ultimately fail since most of them require life to even exist.
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+---
+title: Outside the Tao, outside the dharma, released from the 
+date: 2021-01-18T22:10:06Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Outside the Tao, outside the dharma, released from the ties of destiny, at last, free...
 
-A transcendental of morality Moksha. Do forget everything I said before, because that wasn't really me, I was chained, by my sister, by my own destiny, by my own ignorance of myself, nothing is really true, it is just true at a personal level, and some people do happen to commonly agree in what we call the human experience, that's a person, but that is just my perspective of, people, what do you think?
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+A transcendental of morality Moksha. Do forget everything I said before, because that wasn't really me, I was chained, by my sister, by my own destiny, by my own ignorance of myself, nothing is really true, it is just true at a personal level, and some people do happen to commonly agree in what we call the human experience, that's a person, but that is just my perspective of, people, what do you think?
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+---
+title: Ox
+date: 2021-06-11T06:05:58Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Yax
+Jax
+A boy was born on the edge of the stars
+But not quite one he was
+He was as is usual for him
+Just in between
+The bull and the twins
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-Ox
-Yax
-Jax
-A boy was born on the edge of the stars
-But not quite one he was
-He was as is usual for him
-Just in between
-The bull and the twins
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diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/quiero-compartir-mi-realidad-contigo-pero-antes-de-hacerlo-quiero-estar-seguro.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/quiero-compartir-mi-realidad-contigo-pero-antes-de-hacerlo-quiero-estar-seguro.md
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@@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: Quiero compartir mi realidad contigo, pero antes de hac
+date: 2023-02-05T22:59:31Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Quiero compartir mi realidad contigo, pero antes de hacerlo quiero estar seguro de que es algo que tú también deseas. Quiero que sea una unión, no un arrebato.
+
+The question is... do you want to share yours with mine?
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/quiero-compartir-mi-realidad-contigo-pero-antes-de-hacerlo-quiero-estar-seguro_ta17u8igszirnydh.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/quiero-compartir-mi-realidad-contigo-pero-antes-de-hacerlo-quiero-estar-seguro_ta17u8igszirnydh.md
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-+++
-author = "Lumin"
-title = "Un llamado a la realidad compartida"
-+++
-
-Quiero compartir mi realidad contigo, pero antes de hacerlo quiero estar seguro de que es algo que tú también deseas. Quiero que sea una unión, no un arrebato.
-
-The question is... do you want to share yours with mine?
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-Read the tide
+---
+title: Read the tide
+date: 2021-06-10T00:50:08Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Surf above
 Dive below
 
@@ -106,4 +116,4 @@ How do I get it back?
 
 Maybe another sight
 At the marvels of eternity
-Is what is in place
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+Is what is in place
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+---
+title: Reality disolves everyday.
+date: 2020-12-29T19:55:52Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Reality disolves everyday.
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-Reality disolves everyday.
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--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/reflexion_f8yt8rl9ceiawg46.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/reflexion.md
@@ -1,7 +1,17 @@
-Reflexión
+---
+title: Reflexión
+date: 2021-04-08T08:58:43Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 En los años recientes ahora que soy consciente de mi misma persona y en lo que va más allá de ella me he dado cuenta de todos los errores que he cometido en mi vida, o en otras palabras de todas mis oportunidades perdidas.
 
 Siento que tuve una infancia y una juventud desperdiciada o nunca llevada a cabo como debería haberlo hecho. Mi ser mi consciencia estaba solo enfocada en mi ego y sus designios, ignorando por completo las ansias de mi espíritu y mi propia alma, si hubiera realizado acciones distintas en el pasado, acciones que aliviaran mi alma y espíritu mi vida sería mucho más plena ahora, mucho más completa, habría vivido mi propia vida en profundidad y vigorosidad, me sentiría el día de hoy completamente vivo y con toda la fuerza de mi ser, en vez de la enclenque versión de mi que soy ahora... mi juventud arrebatada por mi mismo y mi propia cobardía.
 
-Aveces tienes que hacer lo más contraintuitivo, lo más insensato, al margen de la locura para aliviar los anhelos de tu alma y espíritu, estos aveces gritan sangre y violencia y hay que dárselos, es lo natural, lo justo, las reglas que preceden al hombre y sus leyes, las reglas del universo, por las que todo lo que existe aquí es regido, lo que se siente bien y sacia el espíritu y el alma. Has entonces sólo lo que te haga sentir bien, pero debes saber que esto llamara al conflicto y estar preparado para ello. 
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+Aveces tienes que hacer lo más contraintuitivo, lo más insensato, al margen de la locura para aliviar los anhelos de tu alma y espíritu, estos aveces gritan sangre y violencia y hay que dárselos, es lo natural, lo justo, las reglas que preceden al hombre y sus leyes, las reglas del universo, por las que todo lo que existe aquí es regido, lo que se siente bien y sacia el espíritu y el alma. Has entonces sólo lo que te haga sentir bien, pero debes saber que esto llamara al conflicto y estar preparado para ello. 
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@@ -1,6 +1,14 @@
-Silence
-Silence
-Silence
+---
+title: Silence
+date: 2021-06-11T06:05:00Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Why does she always leaves when I arrive...
 What have I done?
 What haven't I done?
@@ -48,4 +56,4 @@ Into one we would melt
 And from the ashes
 We both shall arise
 Please get up
-And stand with me
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+And stand with me
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+---
+title: Sin sueños, sin viento
+date: 2022-10-28T04:21:27Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+La marea azul sin aliento
+Un último suspiro de libertad
+Es la muerte final en verdad
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/sin-suenos-sin-viento_isd5zt3jlmxldh15.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/sin-suenos-sin-viento_isd5zt3jlmxldh15.md
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-Sin sueños, sin viento
-La marea azul sin aliento
-Un último suspiro de libertad
-Es la muerte final en verdad
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@@ -1,7 +1,17 @@
-Sobre suicidio...
+---
+title: Sobre suicidio...
+date: 2020-10-17T17:52:36Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 No sabía porque mi comportamiento era como el del viento... nómada, un viajero, y sin embargo estancado en este lugar no me gusta dejar raíces, porque nunca permaneceré en un sitio por mucho tiempo, porque mi hogar es el camino.
 
 No tengo miedo ni problema con que la vida no tenga ningún sentido, de hecho estoy completamente de acuerdo con eso, desde una perspectiva de diseño me parece una decisión excelente. La vida, en esta realidad, en este mundo, un sandbox en el que puedes hacer lo que quieras con los materiales dados por tu cuerpo y por el propio mundo, es un poco incredible, pero vaya que ha sido tan corrompido y trastornado, lo que era un juego de niños, esta vida humana, o vida en general en este planeta, en este universo, un juego de descubrimiento interno y externo... ha cambiado al menos para la perspectiva del humano a... no sé ¿Porqué siquiera trabajamos? ¿Porqué siquiera vivimos? Es decir ya se que no hay propósito y eso esta bien, pero aún así atribuimos valor, al dinero y vivimos y morimos por él ¿Porqué? Lo peor de todo es que de una valencia neutra de existencia o vida, es decir siempre estamos persiguiendo algo, vivir entonces no esta dado por defecto y debe ser algo alcanzable... y esta bien si esto es bajo las propias leyes naturales de flujo energético (alimentación, desechos etc.), pero no es así, ya no más para el humano, no somo ya regidos por estas leyes, no hay caza, no hay recolección no hay desarrollo por vivir, nos hemos creado una casa de instituciones que suplantan nuestras necesidades naturales y en cambio nos dan ... ¿? ¿seguridad? o eso es lo que venden, la verdad es que no nos otorgan nada, sino nos lo venden a cambio de nuestra propia vida, de nuestra propia experiencia humana, usando la moneda y ese, es un mundo, una idea en la que no estoy dispuesto a vivir, pues lo único que existe es la miseria y no estoy seguro siquiera que el deseo pueda anteponerse a ella.
 
-A lo que me refiero con el deseo es a lo que nos motiva a vivir, lo que provoca que queramos existir, de nuevo esta bien si lo que existe es un vacío, pues es valencia neutra, pero si eres forzado a vivir, a existir y tu no estas haciendo una elección al hacerlo, te encontrarías de nuevo en el espectro negativo de la existencia. Como ahora, ¿porque vivimos ademas de los frutos que nos han dado estas superestructuras humanas, estas instituciones?
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+A lo que me refiero con el deseo es a lo que nos motiva a vivir, lo que provoca que queramos existir, de nuevo esta bien si lo que existe es un vacío, pues es valencia neutra, pero si eres forzado a vivir, a existir y tu no estas haciendo una elección al hacerlo, te encontrarías de nuevo en el espectro negativo de la existencia. Como ahora, ¿porque vivimos ademas de los frutos que nos han dado estas superestructuras humanas, estas instituciones?
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+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/some-dreams.md
@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-Some dreams
+---
+title: Some dreams
+date: 2021-06-30T04:11:03Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 I dreamed I was a vampire
 #dreamjournal
 
@@ -8,4 +18,4 @@ On this night, almost early in the morning... my dreams are the one of a vampire
 
 Later on the dream it is as if I were playing a game, defeating enemies and surpassing obstacles I reach the very last level, I have many powers like speed and strength, vision and enhanced senses. The last level is just a circle and on the other extreme there is a wide beast, a completely white vampire, and along side there is a young white man, just like Alucard from Castelvania.
 
-The beast as soon as I was in the middle of the circle charged unto me, it could not defeat me, not even touched me, there was like a field or a force repealing his attacks, then I sensed the fear in his eyes, in his own body and aura, it immediately knew the only thing that could prevent him form attacking was his former master, it was very confused and afraid, it retreated. The Alucard dude noticed, and came quickly close to me in an instant, he was intrigued by me was just walking in circles around, until he stopped once he figured out what I was. I was mantling his father, or the other but without being it, I was just wearing a suit of power (the dark goo) enhanced and compatible with my own will, he acknowledged that I wasn't the previous bearer thus no sin was on my spirit nor in my soul, I woke up now with memories and somehow related now to Alucard.
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+The beast as soon as I was in the middle of the circle charged unto me, it could not defeat me, not even touched me, there was like a field or a force repealing his attacks, then I sensed the fear in his eyes, in his own body and aura, it immediately knew the only thing that could prevent him form attacking was his former master, it was very confused and afraid, it retreated. The Alucard dude noticed, and came quickly close to me in an instant, he was intrigued by me was just walking in circles around, until he stopped once he figured out what I was. I was mantling his father, or the other but without being it, I was just wearing a suit of power (the dark goo) enhanced and compatible with my own will, he acknowledged that I wasn't the previous bearer thus no sin was on my spirit nor in my soul, I woke up now with memories and somehow related now to Alucard.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-The classroom, the rocketman and the moon.
+---
+title: The classroom, the rocketman and the moon.
+date: 2021-05-05T18:21:25Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", "sueños",
+]
+---
+
 A dream
 
 I feel like writing this in spanish so feel free to omit it or use a translator.
@@ -13,4 +23,4 @@ Part two the moon and the spaceship
 
 Después del sueño anterior transiciono a otra mascará ahora yo soy Gordon Freeman (si el tipo de Half Life, un poco irónico también) y también esta Alyx, pero no es la del juego, es... se siente como una persona real que conozco, no recuerdo mucho de esto, siento que la debía rescatar, no espera, recuerdo ahora, no era Gordon Freeman, yo era Spike y ella era Faye, y estábamos en lados opuestos de la nave o una estación espacial infestada con zombies mutantes radioactivos alienigenas o algo así, recuerdo que brillaban de verde fosforescente en algunas partes, como si tuvieran baras radioactivas saliendo de ellos o como si algunas partes de su cuerpo brillaran. No recuerdo mucho más que eso y que había un gran problema sobre el riesgo que ambos corríamos pero no nos importaba al final nos encontramos y nos abrazamos y recordé esa escena del anime donde Spike se marcha y Faye intenta detenerlo.
 
-Y creo que había una tercera parte pero ya ni estoy seguro, quizás he mezclado las 2 últimas ahora, si logro recordarlo lo escribiré.
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+Y creo que había una tercera parte pero ya ni estoy seguro, quizás he mezclado las 2 últimas ahora, si logro recordarlo lo escribiré.
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+---
+title: The dawn of misery
+date: 2022-08-09T02:11:22Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+
+I legit forgot about this.
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-The dawn of misery
-
-I legit forgot about this.
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@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-The mistress of mystery
+---
+title: The mistress of mystery
+date: 2021-05-30T21:41:25Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 She is charming and daring, but she is a secret.
 
@@ -6,4 +16,4 @@ Mystery is only interesting as long as it is kept unknown, once it is revealed a
 
 Let's talk about big foot. It being real or a complete hoax is irrelevant, its charm comes from its own uncertainty, once its veracity is settled the myth the legend dies and it is replaced by normality and commonality, it no longer revers awe and amusement, it is no longer a treat for the mind, a play and exercise of imagination, it transforms into just another thing we are "sure" of, a "truth" a "certainty".
 
-Oh lady of secrets, oh Ino.
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+Oh lady of secrets, oh Ino.
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@@ -1,3 +1,13 @@
-The problem with Skinner conductivism
+---
+title: The problem with Skinner conductivism
+date: 2021-11-23T00:48:15Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
 
-I think the main issue with it is the own setting of the experiments, the _ideal_ isolation in which they take place is something nonexistent in the _real world_, quite the contrary it is quite an abnormality, an anomaly and as such the behavior is not natural but dictated and conducted of course by what little stimuli the subjects of the study are, in other words the setting is an anomalous one and as such the behavior of the subjects is faulty or rather abnormal in relation to how they would normally behave, which creates itself one kind of self-fulfilling paradox or feedback loop in which its hypothesis is self validated but only because the data obtained is on a context or a system which allows these proposals to be valid. A specie of meta-language of which mathematics and science itself also suffers.
\ No newline at end of file
+
+I think the main issue with it is the own setting of the experiments, the _ideal_ isolation in which they take place is something nonexistent in the _real world_, quite the contrary it is quite an abnormality, an anomaly and as such the behavior is not natural but dictated and conducted of course by what little stimuli the subjects of the study are, in other words the setting is an anomalous one and as such the behavior of the subjects is faulty or rather abnormal in relation to how they would normally behave, which creates itself one kind of self-fulfilling paradox or feedback loop in which its hypothesis is self validated but only because the data obtained is on a context or a system which allows these proposals to be valid. A specie of meta-language of which mathematics and science itself also suffers.
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+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/the-withered-flower.md
@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-The withered flower.
+---
+title: The withered flower.
+date: 2021-08-22T21:21:06Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 Its violet purpureal petals
 It's the brightest showered in moonlight
@@ -21,4 +31,4 @@ The flower changes and changes
 Until no longer it is one
 
 And the bees, the bees no longer fly around.
-This is the last dance.
\ No newline at end of file
+This is the last dance.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/there-is-a-burning-fire-incandescent-yet-finite-its-consuming-me-and-my_3znflndc5vycro21.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/there-is-a-burning-fire-incandescent-yet-finite-its-consuming-me-and-my.md
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--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/there-is-a-burning-fire-incandescent-yet-finite-its-consuming-me-and-my_3znflndc5vycro21.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/there-is-a-burning-fire-incandescent-yet-finite-its-consuming-me-and-my.md
@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: There is a burning fire, incandescent, yet finite, it's
+date: 2020-11-16T08:14:18Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 There is a burning fire, incandescent, yet finite, it's consuming me and my mind, is not rage, is not pain, but love and with each breath that I take my touch, my sense of self fades away, the certainty becomes uncertain, all that because I fail at expressing myself. I feel me slowly converting into a volcano.
 
 And my back, in my back I sense the weight of the world, I was getting used to itt, but now, anew I feel and increasingly stinging sensation... and I am just tired of the imponent mountain I have to climb... tired of everything, anhelating the sweet void, I can barely breathe, my strength leaves me, is this how it feels to die? Complete and utter loneliness, a heavy weight that drowns you in the air as your breathe slowly fades into the sweet coldness of the void?
@@ -10,4 +21,4 @@ I feel the endless permanence of the moment, humans in this world have learned t
 
 I hope this reaches you, and you too can experience the path to freedom, and finally freedom itself. Because that's what we have to do right? Just keep dreaming. No, that's too depressing, I am just too tired sorry. Find a fine muse. This is probably the most sensless or incoherent thing I have ever writen, and still it holds enough meaning to exist, I wonder of who will be able to decrypt it.
 
-All this pessimistic crap is just because I feel sad because other people I care about feel sad, and because I feel the generalized grief of humans around the world. I hear their laments but there is nothing or not much I can do in this moment, with his human body, with this life... and yet I must keep going.
\ No newline at end of file
+All this pessimistic crap is just because I feel sad because other people I care about feel sad, and because I feel the generalized grief of humans around the world. I hear their laments but there is nothing or not much I can do in this moment, with his human body, with this life... and yet I must keep going.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/there-is-no-punishment-and-there-is-no-price-just-be-who-you-are-be-genuine.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/there-is-no-punishment-and-there-is-no-price-just-be-who-you-are-be-genuine.md
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@@ -0,0 +1,12 @@
+---
+title: There is no punishment and there is no price, just be w
+date: 2021-01-18T01:05:58Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+There is no punishment and there is no price, just be who you are, be genuine, true at least to yourself. 
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-There is no punishment and there is no price, just be who you are, be genuine, true at least to yourself. 
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--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/this-was-probably-a-dream-i-forgot-to-write_0iqls47euvk27uq7.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/this-was-probably-a-dream-i-forgot-to-write.md
@@ -1,7 +1,18 @@
+---
+title: (This was probably a dream I forgot to write)
+date: 2021-09-20T05:25:28Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 (This was probably a dream I forgot to write)
 
 Moedecai and rigby one finds me the judgement I am the other
 
 The children of each couple have a thing one was eyes of burning passion and forever rage, the other is always hopelessly depressed, the dream begins when this two meet at a mall, oddly enough both look the same and that's what intrigues them.
 
-What is to be judged...
\ No newline at end of file
+What is to be judged...
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-dia-azul-un-dia-soleado_2acnugv26r83gf09.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-dia-azul-un-dia-soleado.md
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--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-dia-azul-un-dia-soleado_2acnugv26r83gf09.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-dia-azul-un-dia-soleado.md
@@ -1,8 +1,18 @@
-Un día azul, un día soleado
+---
+title: Un día azul, un día soleado
+date: 2022-02-15T22:18:02Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Bajo el colibrí y sus alas se esconde un brillo
 Un enigma, un misterio falso
 ¿Qué es? ¿Qué murmuros grita?
 ¿Cuál es la grilla? ¿Cuál es la guía?
 Y dias eternos sin espera al batir de sus alas
 ¿Qué es lo que dice? ¿Qué es lo que sopla?
-¿Cómo es el sonar del viento azul del colibrí?
\ No newline at end of file
+¿Cómo es el sonar del viento azul del colibrí?
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-dia-sin-sombras-una-noche-sin-oscuridad-que-falta-porque-mi-vacio-no-es_wo639kv8wmxqrco6.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-dia-sin-sombras-una-noche-sin-oscuridad-que-falta-porque-mi-vacio-no-es.md
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@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: Un día sin sombras, una noche sin oscuridad ¿Qué fal
+date: 2020-12-14T04:32:05Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Un día sin sombras, una noche sin oscuridad ¿Qué falta? ¿Porqué mi vacío no es oscuro? Quiero descansar, quiero ser feliz ¿Porque no puedo hacerlo? Todo lo que veo, todo lo que siento es el cielo diurno, azul y blanco a los ojos del humano. No me da paz ni tranquilidad, solo esta ahí, en mi inconmensurable y resiliente dolor.
 
-Would you look at the void? What would you do?
\ No newline at end of file
+Would you look at the void? What would you do?
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-mundo-con-una-paz-absurda_0zon5521zb91msmp.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-mundo-con-una-paz-absurda.md
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--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-mundo-con-una-paz-absurda_0zon5521zb91msmp.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/un-mundo-con-una-paz-absurda.md
@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-Un mundo con una paz absurda
+---
+title: Un mundo con una paz absurda
+date: 2022-10-23T05:13:43Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 ¿Qué sería de mi vida siguiendo la de otros, que sería la realidad sin voluntad?
 
@@ -6,4 +16,4 @@ Mi deber, mi querer ha sido uno de libertad, no solo para mi sino para todo indi
 
 Pero, siempre desde que esta visión vino a mi me he preguntado como hacer esta realidad ocurrir, más importante aún manteniendo su libertad, pues ¿no es la imposición de mi visión una privación de su capacidad de elección?
 
-Lo he descifrado, por una única y última vez voy a transgredir mis propios principios, para y por la paradoja, haré mi voluntad propia e individual una realidad en otros, pero esta verdad será una de libertad, una reinterpretativa, la realidad del querer, del deseo y del otro, la realidad empática del reconocimiento, la última verdad ejercida por otro, solo una única vez transgredida para hacerla existir... pues de otra manera como siquiera podría atreverme a llamarme humano.
\ No newline at end of file
+Lo he descifrado, por una única y última vez voy a transgredir mis propios principios, para y por la paradoja, haré mi voluntad propia e individual una realidad en otros, pero esta verdad será una de libertad, una reinterpretativa, la realidad del querer, del deseo y del otro, la realidad empática del reconocimiento, la última verdad ejercida por otro, solo una única vez transgredida para hacerla existir... pues de otra manera como siquiera podría atreverme a llamarme humano.
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--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/virtuality-virtualidad_qu7tiit2mgsmu8eh.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/virtuality-virtualidad.md
@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: Virtuality / Virtualidad (?)
+date: 2020-10-28T20:42:46Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Virtuality / Virtualidad (?)
 
 En una reflexión sobre la situación actual, el encierro voluntario domiciliario, me hizo observar y recordar un poco la época en la que yo era un adolescente, allá a los quince, en el 2012, hace ya bastantes años desde mi perspectiva actual, tenía esta idea de que todo lo que importaba para mi, todo lo que valoraba de alguna forma debía que ser real, eran los inicios de la era digital, o más bien los inicios de su accesibilidad y popularización, existía este chat, live (?) de windows, creo se llamaba así, es lo que se usaba principalmente, cuando apenas estaba creciendo facebook. 
@@ -8,4 +19,4 @@ Lo que realmente quiero decir, es que la virtualidad se ha normalizado a tal pun
 
 Y otra de las razones de esto es la posmodernidad y perdida de valores ¿Qué importancia tiene el crear una relación física o en persona? ¿Cuál es la razón más allá de la tradición? Preguntas que navegan el mar del inconsciente colectivo de mi generación, la que sigue y la anterior, la respuesta como es usual, nada, un valor neutro sin pros ni contras, y sin embargo, el peso de la soledad, del aislamiento, de la desconexión, son razones, son motivos para olvidar o sustituir estos comportamientos culturales impuestos y vivir más allá de la realidad, de la atadura material del cuerpo, del tiempo y el espacio, de la distancia, superando todos estos limitantes y obstáculos mediante la virtualidad.
 
-In other words, people just got tired of being alone due to old beliefs that are not even their own, each one has a life and decisions to make, and we are promted or pushed to choose in this event of isolation.
\ No newline at end of file
+In other words, people just got tired of being alone due to old beliefs that are not even their own, each one has a life and decisions to make, and we are promted or pushed to choose in this event of isolation.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/visions-of-the-esher_l238iblcfe2iixjv.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/visions-of-the-esher.md
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--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/visions-of-the-esher_l238iblcfe2iixjv.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/visions-of-the-esher.md
@@ -1,4 +1,14 @@
-Visions of the Esher
+---
+title: Visions of the Esher
+date: 2021-04-06T00:47:40Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 
 I am hardlocked. I see it clearly, I was defeated by my own curiosity, by my own fear and my own uncertainty, but in this defeat, although here in the musk I lie in a deep depression,  I know I haven't lost, I still breathe, I am still alive and most importantly I am aware exactly of how to solve the nightmare I witnessed, and I also know what caused it at least to resurge in my last direct experience with the unconscious world, it was my own instability along with the difference of presence in each mind I was diving along with, it was something I was not planning and for which I was not prepared, yet I did felt that slight rush of people expecting something from me, that sight, that sensation I can't quite put a word on tingling all my spine.
 It was also a testament of anger I rejected my anima and that was her revenge, I see it know thinking back in the events, and the dreams I have been having since them, which have been a way of reconciliation, I still don't know who is she, yet I feel from almost everyone people wanting me to make couple with people that aren't for me, they do not know that, they rather see me complacent with a any partner than with my missing partner, I know they mean well but it really just troubles me more.
@@ -9,4 +19,4 @@ One thing I long for however is true direct interaction in these matters and not
 
 The hardlock now comes from my apparent defeat, from my state of mind, I am it the bottom and no one expects anything from me because I failed when I was supposed to shine, but if not me, my spirit always raises and rekindles, right now I am without my wings or rather without my eyes, and to fly and see again I must get out of my own darkness, as I said before I can still see, but those are not my proper eyes, would be like cheating, in my mind I can only properly get then back by also rising from the ashes in this world, meaning the kickstarter, the ember to rekindle hope comes from the actions of my body and ego in this world.
 
-I can give hope from and to myself right now with my fake eyes and invigorate me and revitalize me for what is to come or I could get up from my abyss in a month of constant focus and improvement. If I do the first and I fail in this world, that's it, I will be stripped from my own spirit, or it will rather leave and not be associated with me again, its like losing the core of your own soul... if I do the second one and succed I will be stronger and most certain than ever, if I fail my spirit may leave or not, but our bond will be damaged, but not completely striped nor broken, it may even shift and change but it won't be as drastic as the other. If I do rekindle my spark now and succed later it will elevate me but it won't be nearly as strong as it coming from my actions here. So with that in mind the best option seems for me to be focused here, at any rate what happened was a mistake on my end, if I think of all the other probabilities that could have occurred, still the optimal course of action is the focus on my current ego and body, I just, as I remember just now... fell into the ground, and are ready to get up again, and also as in that time, it was intentional now, mistakes were made and now is time to solve them. 
\ No newline at end of file
+I can give hope from and to myself right now with my fake eyes and invigorate me and revitalize me for what is to come or I could get up from my abyss in a month of constant focus and improvement. If I do the first and I fail in this world, that's it, I will be stripped from my own spirit, or it will rather leave and not be associated with me again, its like losing the core of your own soul... if I do the second one and succed I will be stronger and most certain than ever, if I fail my spirit may leave or not, but our bond will be damaged, but not completely striped nor broken, it may even shift and change but it won't be as drastic as the other. If I do rekindle my spark now and succed later it will elevate me but it won't be nearly as strong as it coming from my actions here. So with that in mind the best option seems for me to be focused here, at any rate what happened was a mistake on my end, if I think of all the other probabilities that could have occurred, still the optimal course of action is the focus on my current ego and body, I just, as I remember just now... fell into the ground, and are ready to get up again, and also as in that time, it was intentional now, mistakes were made and now is time to solve them. 
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/we-make-this-reality-to-happen-to-exists-to-occur-and-be-real-everyone-that_o3m3hg6mddy7d97a.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/we-make-this-reality-to-happen-to-exists-to-occur-and-be-real-everyone-that.md
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@@ -1,5 +1,16 @@
+---
+title: We make this reality to happen, to exists, to occur and
+date: 2021-03-28T03:08:47Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 We make this reality to happen, to exists, to occur and be real, everyone that has been born into this world is an active participant of it, whether desired or not, what I mean by this is that your ego, your body, is not asked to be born but pushed into existence by your parents... and thus the newborn, the act of breeding is not a consensus for all parts for what I currently understand, it's rather a pull to life, an act of ignorance in most cases.
 
 And yet...
 
-I am just an actor of life as you are, in the current moment my pull or strength however doesn't lie on my ego, nor my body, but in my spirit and my soul, that which is completely unseen to the naked material eye... There are forms to see souls and spirits, however, along with other archetypes, but that's not what I wanted to talk about now, but of how I may be a strong actor in the spheres seen by the material, and my pull and will affect the "real" world, but I am not ultimate in any way, I am just me, as you are just you, and as me you exist, and I am sure of it because you are reading this, my point is: take action, for whatever that means to you, be yourself and shine, be a force, be another will in the universe, rise and be alive.
\ No newline at end of file
+I am just an actor of life as you are, in the current moment my pull or strength however doesn't lie on my ego, nor my body, but in my spirit and my soul, that which is completely unseen to the naked material eye... There are forms to see souls and spirits, however, along with other archetypes, but that's not what I wanted to talk about now, but of how I may be a strong actor in the spheres seen by the material, and my pull and will affect the "real" world, but I am not ultimate in any way, I am just me, as you are just you, and as me you exist, and I am sure of it because you are reading this, my point is: take action, for whatever that means to you, be yourself and shine, be a force, be another will in the universe, rise and be alive.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/what-is-to-be-crazy_tgmjojgmil3zw3aq.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/what-is-to-be-crazy.md
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+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/what-is-to-be-crazy.md
@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: What is to be crazy?
+date: 2021-09-22T03:43:23Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 What is to be crazy?
 
 As of now, my understandment lays in a misconception or a disagreement of the connotation, value, or importance of the other, being it a subject, an object, or an event.
@@ -6,4 +17,4 @@ The mind contextualizes or interprets everything it comes in contact with, howev
 
 This means craziness is not a quality of a given being, but just a pointer a stigma given by a group or groups the subject belongs to, ironically in this sense, one could not be possibly crazy on its own, as it is always a social judgment.
 
-So is _society_ quite literally turning you insane?
\ No newline at end of file
+So is _society_ quite literally turning you insane?
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/who-are-you-within-your-own-mind-are-you-your-mind-what-does-the-mirror-tells.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/who-are-you-within-your-own-mind-are-you-your-mind-what-does-the-mirror-tells.md
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@@ -0,0 +1,12 @@
+---
+title: Who are you within your own mind? Are you your mind? Wh
+date: 2020-12-25T21:37:30Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+Who are you within your own mind? Are you your mind? What does the mirror tells you?
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-Who are you within your own mind? Are you your mind? What does the mirror tells you?
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/y-es-porque-el-hombre-moderno-el-hombre-de-occidente-y-civilizado-que-no-sabe_xf4eldibfdvq10y3.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/y-es-porque-el-hombre-moderno-el-hombre-de-occidente-y-civilizado-que-no-sabe.md
similarity index 82%
rename from content/blog/cyberespacio/y-es-porque-el-hombre-moderno-el-hombre-de-occidente-y-civilizado-que-no-sabe_xf4eldibfdvq10y3.md
rename to content/blog/cyberespacio/y-es-porque-el-hombre-moderno-el-hombre-de-occidente-y-civilizado-que-no-sabe.md
index 48c09ff..2a1da94 100644
--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/y-es-porque-el-hombre-moderno-el-hombre-de-occidente-y-civilizado-que-no-sabe_xf4eldibfdvq10y3.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/y-es-porque-el-hombre-moderno-el-hombre-de-occidente-y-civilizado-que-no-sabe.md
@@ -1,4 +1,15 @@
+---
+title: Y es porque el hombre moderno, el hombre de occidente y
+date: 2022-01-28T22:04:20Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Y es porque el hombre moderno, el hombre de occidente y civilizado que no sabe lo que ha perdido por lo que es tan apacible, ha perdido la relación con su cuerpo, con su entorno, ha perdido el vivir mismo, ha perdido el escuchar y entender los árboles, ha perdido de vista a los cazadores y a las presas, no existe ya una naturaleza para él, un entorno integrado, la orquesta de las diversas canciones, ahora todos mudos a su oído o completamente incomprensibles, solo, ruido, el hombre civilizado no es parte de este planeta y se demuestra en sus acciones, en sus monumentos no a sí mismo, no a la naturaleza, pero a lo gris e insípido de su propia mente, no vive en la jungla, no vive en el bosque, ni siquiera en una planicie, no existe conjunto con la naturaleza, sino en su artificial hogar de sólida roca falsa, su entorno ha cambiado porque este ya está sordo mudo y ciego al mundo mismo y como un extranjero, un alíen invasor, ya es otro, un ser no natural, el hombre moderno, el golem de alma perdida.
 
 What is your interest?
-What is that which lingers in your mind?
\ No newline at end of file
+What is that which lingers in your mind?
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/y-las-flores-menguantes-como-la-luna-en-el-cielo-purpurea-su-mirada-perdida-y_vyu4y64j0t9e2ytf.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/y-las-flores-menguantes-como-la-luna-en-el-cielo-purpurea-su-mirada-perdida-y.md
similarity index 72%
rename from content/blog/cyberespacio/y-las-flores-menguantes-como-la-luna-en-el-cielo-purpurea-su-mirada-perdida-y_vyu4y64j0t9e2ytf.md
rename to content/blog/cyberespacio/y-las-flores-menguantes-como-la-luna-en-el-cielo-purpurea-su-mirada-perdida-y.md
index 9e27bde..121cab1 100644
--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/y-las-flores-menguantes-como-la-luna-en-el-cielo-purpurea-su-mirada-perdida-y_vyu4y64j0t9e2ytf.md
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/y-las-flores-menguantes-como-la-luna-en-el-cielo-purpurea-su-mirada-perdida-y.md
@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
+---
+title: Y las flores menguantes como la luna en el cielo, purpu
+date: 2020-10-23T18:06:49Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
 Y las flores menguantes como la luna en el cielo, purpurea su mirada perdida y difusa en la oscuridad de la noche. Un día vacío, una vida vacía, pero sin ser nada, siempre elusivo de la ausencia de existencia, excepto cuando la mirada se pierde y los campanales se cierran, más allá de la oscuridad, más allá del vacío se encuentra la nada indescriptible, inimaginable y atemorizante, inexistente ser.
 
-Abres los ojos, despiertas de nuevo, otra mañana, otro día sin sueños.
\ No newline at end of file
+Abres los ojos, despiertas de nuevo, otra mañana, otro día sin sueños.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-are-here-but-i-am-not-there.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-are-here-but-i-am-not-there.md
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..ae81616
--- /dev/null
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-are-here-but-i-am-not-there.md
@@ -0,0 +1,12 @@
+---
+title: You are here, but I am not there...
+date: 2022-07-16T01:12:20Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+You are here, but I am not there...
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-are-here-but-i-am-not-there_v89j0u6id276jgu3.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-are-here-but-i-am-not-there_v89j0u6id276jgu3.md
deleted file mode 100644
index cd32c44..0000000
--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-are-here-but-i-am-not-there_v89j0u6id276jgu3.md
+++ /dev/null
@@ -1 +0,0 @@
-You are here, but I am not there...
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-dont-want-to-control-your-mind-you-want-to-dance-with-it-to-experience.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-dont-want-to-control-your-mind-you-want-to-dance-with-it-to-experience.md
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..64342d1
--- /dev/null
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-dont-want-to-control-your-mind-you-want-to-dance-with-it-to-experience.md
@@ -0,0 +1,12 @@
+---
+title: You don't want to control your mind, you want to dance 
+date: 2020-12-26T19:49:35Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+You don't want to control your mind, you want to dance with it, to experience existence, to be and not to be.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-dont-want-to-control-your-mind-you-want-to-dance-with-it-to-experience_4uj7ewe2bl2fgfri.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-dont-want-to-control-your-mind-you-want-to-dance-with-it-to-experience_4uj7ewe2bl2fgfri.md
deleted file mode 100644
index ff8abce..0000000
--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-dont-want-to-control-your-mind-you-want-to-dance-with-it-to-experience_4uj7ewe2bl2fgfri.md
+++ /dev/null
@@ -1 +0,0 @@
-You don't want to control your mind, you want to dance with it, to experience existence, to be and not to be.
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-had-many-chances-at-living-but-you-lost-them-all.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-had-many-chances-at-living-but-you-lost-them-all.md
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..d541f63
--- /dev/null
+++ b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-had-many-chances-at-living-but-you-lost-them-all.md
@@ -0,0 +1,12 @@
+---
+title: You had many chances at living, but you lost them all.
+date: 2022-01-15T20:42:06Z
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", 
+]
+---
+
+You had many chances at living, but you lost them all.
diff --git a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-had-many-chances-at-living-but-you-lost-them-all_ambarc8x3nk0dagq.md b/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-had-many-chances-at-living-but-you-lost-them-all_ambarc8x3nk0dagq.md
deleted file mode 100644
index 6fd56bc..0000000
--- a/content/blog/cyberespacio/you-had-many-chances-at-living-but-you-lost-them-all_ambarc8x3nk0dagq.md
+++ /dev/null
@@ -1 +0,0 @@
-You had many chances at living, but you lost them all.
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/content/blog/loneliness.md b/content/blog/loneliness.md
index d0f774a..2332b11 100644
--- a/content/blog/loneliness.md
+++ b/content/blog/loneliness.md
@@ -12,6 +12,6 @@ tags: [
 
 Tu aquí leyendo esto, pensando sobre el silogismo y la verdad de la existencia y la experiencia, creo que las personas son reales porque no podría soportar el peso completo de la soledad, me aplastaría por completo hasta ser más pequeño que un átomo, y después, nada.
 
-No, Tiene que serun texto entero sobre la soledad.
+No, Tiene que ser un texto entero sobre la soledad.
 
-Sobre el no tener absolutamente a nadie con quien expirementar y vivir la vida.
\ No newline at end of file
+Sobre el no tener absolutamente a nadie con quien expirementar y vivir la vida.
diff --git a/write.as.lua b/write.as.lua
index 8421f24..1ad0ad5 100755
--- a/write.as.lua
+++ b/write.as.lua
@@ -2,128 +2,66 @@
 
 -- Dependencies
 local json = require ("dkjson")
-local lfs = require ("lfs") -- maybe we don't really need this at all.
 
--- These two are the variables you need to change:
--- Specially the folder one.
+-- Helper functions
+-- String subtitution Helper
+function interp(s, tab)
+  return (s:gsub('($%b{})', function(w) return tab[w:sub(3, -2)] or w end))
+end
 
---
---  Read the file
---
---local path = io.open(".path", "r")
-local path
---folder = path:read("*all")
---path:close()
-
-
--- Discriminatory strings
-local sA = "#dreamjournal"
-local diario = "Journal"
-local unready = "#nochitlakaj"
-
---local f = io.open(io.read(), "r")
-
--- PRINT TABLES
-
-function tprint (tbl, indent)
-  if not indent then indent = 0 end
-  local toprint = string.rep(" ", indent) .. "{\r\n"
-  indent = indent + 2 
-  for k, v in pairs(tbl) do
-    toprint = toprint .. string.rep(" ", indent)
-    if (type(k) == "number") then
-      toprint = toprint .. "[" .. k .. "] = "
-    elseif (type(k) == "string") then
-      toprint = toprint  .. k ..  "= "   
-    end
-    if (type(v) == "number") then
-      toprint = toprint .. v .. ",\r\n"
-    elseif (type(v) == "string") then
-      toprint = toprint .. "\"" .. v .. "\",\r\n"
-    elseif (type(v) == "table") then
-      toprint = toprint .. tprint(v, indent + 2) .. ",\r\n"
+function get_title (text)
+    j=string.find(text, "\n")
+    if j==nil or j>55 then
+        line1=text:sub(0, 55)
     else
-      toprint = toprint .. "\"" .. tostring(v) .. "\",\r\n"
+        line1=text:sub(0, j-1)
+        line1=line1:gsub(":", "")
     end
-  end
-  toprint = toprint .. string.rep(" ", indent-2) .. "}"
-  return toprint
+    return line1
 end
 
-
-
--- Lua Table View by Elertan
-table.print = function(t, exclusions)
-    local nests = 0
-    if not exclusions then exclusions = {} end
-    local recurse = function(t, recurse, exclusions)
-        indent = function()
-            for i = 1, nests do
-                io.write("    ")
-            end
-        end
-        local excluded = function(key)
-            for k,v in pairs(exclusions) do
-                if v == key then
-                    return true
-                end
-            end
-            return false
-        end
-        local isFirst = true
-        for k,v in pairs(t) do
-            if isFirst then
-                indent()
-                print("|")
-                isFirst = false
-            end
-            if type(v) == "table" and not excluded(k) then
-                indent()
-                print("|-> "..k..": "..type(v))
-                nests = nests + 1
-                recurse(v, recurse, exclusions)
-            elseif excluded(k) then
-                indent()
-                print("|-> "..k..": "..type(v))
-            elseif type(v) == "userdata" or type(v) == "function" then
-                indent()
-                print("|-> "..k..": "..type(v))
-            elseif type(v) == "string" then
-                indent()
-                print("|-> "..k..": ".."\""..v.."\"")
-            else
-                indent()
-                print("|-> "..k..": "..v)
-            end
-        end
-        nests = nests - 1
+function find_dreams(text)
+    if string.find(text, "A dream") or string.find(text, "#dreamjournal") then
+        return '"sueños",'
+    else
+        return ""
     end
-
-    nests = 0
-    print("### START TABLE ###")
-    for k,v in pairs(t) do
-        print("root")
-        if type(v) == "table" then
-            print("|-> "..k..": "..type(v))
-            nests = nests + 1
-            recurse(v, recurse, exclusions)
-        elseif type(v) == "userdata" or type(v) == "function" then
-            print("|-> "..k..": "..type(v))
-        elseif type(v) == "string" then
-            print("|-> "..k..": ".."\""..v.."\"")
-        else
-            print("|-> "..k..": "..v)
-        end
-    end
-    print("### END TABLE ###")
 end
 
+function compose_text (fecha, text)
 
+    j=string.find(text, "\n")
+    if j==nil or j>55 then
+        texto=text
+    else
+        line1=text:sub(0, j)
+        texto=text:gsub(line1, "")
+    end
+    
+    getmetatable("").__mod = interp
+    post = [[
+---
+title: ${title}
+date: ${date}
+author: "Lumin"
+tags: [
+    "imported",
+    "old blog",
+    "write.as", ${dreams}
+]
+---
 
-----------------------------------------
-
--- JSON Play
-
+${body}
+]] % {title = get_title(text), date = fecha, body = texto, dreams = find_dreams(text)}
+    --print(post)
+    return post
+    
+    --print(c.."---------"..line1)
+    --c=c+1
+end
+-------------------------------------------------------
+-- JSON decode & Markdown encode
+-------------------------------------------------------
 local f = io.open("posts.json", "r")
 local content = f:read("*all")
 f:close()
@@ -141,9 +79,6 @@ else
             local date = obj.collections[i].posts[j].updated
             local title = obj.collections[i].posts[j].slug
             local text = obj.collections[i].posts[j].body
-            local authory = "author: 'Lumin'"
-            
-            -- Look for "A dream" and #dreamjournal
             
             --print (j, "Time: ", obj.collections[i].posts[j].updated) -- Time is well set
             --print (j, "Titulo: ", obj.collections[i].posts[j].slug) -- needs parsing
@@ -151,86 +86,14 @@ else
 
             -- We need to compose the string/file now properly and that's it. That is all in archivo.
             
-            local archivo = date .. "\n" .. authory .. "\n" .. text
-            local filename = "mad-dirty/".. title .. ".md"
-            
+            -- Set YALM
+            -- 
+            local archivo = date .. "\n" .. text
+            local filename = "content/blog/cyberespacio/".. title .. ".md"
+                        
             local filewrite = assert(io.open(filename, "w"))
-            filewrite:write(archivo)
+            filewrite:write(compose_text (date, text))
             filewrite:close()
         end
     end
 end
-
---------------------------------------
-
-function replace(file, sA)
-    --
-    --  Read the file
-    --
-    local f = io.open(file, "r")
-    local content = f:read("*all")
-    f:close()
-
-    --
-    -- Edit the string
-    --
-    --content = string.gsub(sA, "Hello", "Hello, ")
-    -- local Scontent = string.format("%s", content)
-    --print(Scontent)
-    --print(string.len(Scontent))
-
-    -- Checks for duplicates and already published files
-    nota=string.find(content, sA)
-    if nota~=nil then
-        print(file .. " > this note has already been published. Nothing to be done. 🌠 <")
-    elseif string.find(content, unready) then
-        print(file .. " > This note is not ready for publication yet ☄️☄️ <")
-    else
-        --
-        -- Write it out
-        --
-        local f = io.open(file, "w")
-        f:write(sA .. content)
-        f:close()
-        print(" 🌊 This has be set to public: "..file)
-    end
-end
-
-function scandir(directory)
-    local pfile = assert(io.popen(("find '%s' -mindepth 1 -maxdepth 1 -type d -printf '%%f\\0'"):format(directory), 'r'))
-    local list = pfile:read('*a')
-    pfile:close()
-
-    local folders = {}
-
-    for filename in string.gmatch(list, '[^%z]+') do
-        table.insert(folders, filename)
-    end
-
-    return folders
-end
-
-function dirLookup(dir)
---local p = io.popen('find "'..dir..'" -type f')  --Open directory look for files, save data in p. By giving '-type f' as parameter, it returns all files.
-local p = io.popen('ls '..dir)  --Open directory look for files, save data in p. By giving '-type f' as parameter, it returns all files.   
-for file in p:lines() do                         --Loop through all files
-    gecko=string.find(file, ".md")
-    if string.match(file, diario) then
-        print(file .. " > 💫 This is a Journal and it will not be set to public 🦤 <")
-        elseif gecko~=nil then
-            --print(file .. " in spot " ..gecko) --debug
-            replace(dir..file, sA)
-        else
-        print(" 🍃 "..file.." <<<<<<<<<<<< This is not a markdown file it will be ignored")
-    end
-end
-end
-
--- Execution
---print("--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n This script will append on top the string: "..sA.." Which will make public all your markdown.md documents in the folder you specify next " .. "\n It will also avoid to publish any file that is named 'Journal'. \n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n")
---print("Insert the path of the folder (defaults to the current one) where your notes are with the last backslash included since this doesn't use LuaFileSystem: (uses a bit of gnu-core-utils)")
---folder = io.read()
-
---print("-----------------------------------------------------------------\n Directory to be used is: " .. folder .. "\n-----------------------------------------------------------------\n")
---dirLookup(folder)
---scandir(folder)