I will write on a subject that apparently does not have to do with the way of the Nagual, nor the one of the hero, except as it compensates. I will speak of a subject that is but that a subject, that it is the reason of being of all the beautiful nobleman and, as well as of only but important and powerful that Justice, because this cannot exist without; obvious, I speak of the Love.

But that is the love? The love is physically a sensation of power, of being able to move mountains. Of being able to be wide-awake all the night, is the fire of the life that moves with no need by the veins of a training, is what all we create to know when we do not have it or we are single, and that suddenly arrive at our life undoing the created barriers to support to the solitude and the sadness; he is what once one pronounces, one is asked as we could forget that it existed, is that that this beyond of the poets.

Because the love physically pronounces with giving the power us to win in any battle, clearing the force until raising a pencil to us, is what we have looked for, and some arrive to know and to catch in all their glory.

Emotionally the love is the place to which we can return, because the training of any type takes to a search, and the single love takes us to the return, to the return with our roots and our genes, the love is what it makes any training useless.

Why?

Because the training is single a substitute of the love; the search of the knowledge and the reason, and nevertheless, the love is what it floats in the air when the modern Adam knows the modern Eva, but as no takes the first step, it is necessary the training, because at the moment in which both walk, and run to the encounter of themselves, the training does not have sense. But when they are two those that run towards the mutual encounter only exceed the training. When single one runs, the training is support and guides.

Because the love is what it can redeem to us, the love is what we create to know, and when we found it, for a moment, in a while, returns the fire of youth and the joy of the dreams because yes, it is when we can let to us go to arrive, because when loosen and giving us to us to the love, single something can happen, that the love transports to that called region paradise, to that place where the distances do not exist, when the cores are joined, although the body this a thousands of kilometers of distance, but to the distance, the low intensity, when being close, that fire is concentrated one says to the word but magician of all: MUACCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

And it is when we occur to account of the stupidity of the life of the modern man, when having fear to the total delivery, to the acceptance, to say IF, I WANT and THAT IS EVERYTHING, do not concern the appearances nor the places, I want to be next to you, in yesterday, today, and for the morning that never will go away. It is so easy but if the love is vacillated gives great pains (according to they say), since the TRUE LOVE, with capital letters, is the unique thing that can call of return to the bird of the freedom, but once we flew in its back, if we vacillated, the bird goes away, and it is possible to be suffered but never to forget. Because the true love always will live.

Those that they know the love, know single a part their forms, displeased of that which it knows it and there is it lost, by or the its pair, because it will not find peace until recovering it, because the love is but that a moon ray, is but that the force that moves to the world.

The love is what it makes us wake up to us in the morning with the brightness in the eyes in spite of all the pains, the love is what it does more forts to us while less we slept and we eat, the love is what so many have resigned to look for, and that for that reason, when it is, it is in unimaginable amounts.

And once its fire has felt, it is then when one understands what all the traditions say. The love is the key that makes fall the chains that imprison to the wolf and the man, is the key who closes the past and opens the future, is the key that explains all the mysteries, is the force that does to a powerful sigh but that any storm.

And at the same time it is what it illuminates the world in the nights of shade, and that causes that the time stops during the day; it is what it allows to understand everything us

It is what in the days of solitude it makes us hope at that again arrives the morning the moment at which the heat of a smile and the depth of a glance refresh everything what it makes us continue living.

When it spends the time and the love is not seen, the limitations are discovered because without it is not left anything that motivates to continue fighting, when leaving also go away the promises, desires, the ideals, and without them, it does not have sense to worry about anything.

It is difficult to say I want to you, mainly if you know that to want he is something but that simple words. To want is something that this beyond of a possession feeling, to want is to leave leaves one the admiration before the miracle of the life, and nevertheless, to maintain the conscience that there is to fight to conserve it.

Love, word that does not mean anything when the other person not stay with us. It is the jewel that all look for and almost nobody finds, the one that escapes fleetingly being on the verge of reaching it, is the flower that represents the beauty of the worldly thing. And although someday we will die, the days in which the love is cause that the years without are worth the trouble, because when this is not, it is left his memory always alive although we tried to drown it, and this it illuminates and it gives heat to us, until the next time of rest.

But when the love becomes meat, when it stops being single a dream and is a reality within reach of our hands, is something beautiful, only, spectacular. It is like a jewel that blinds to that bear to watch it, and the brightness of its faces makes lose the sanity to whatever it tries to include/understand the reason that the night exists, or at least causes that one is asked as half meter can so far be.

One moon-lit night years ago, being destroyed by the blows of the life, at the top of the hill, I found a completely crazy gypsy, who in the middle of the forest danced and embraced to the trees. She always had made fun of when seeing me to climb to the trees them and to run by the hill, or when simply she was there. That night was not I of humor to speak, was a time at which my heart faced the knowledge torment that in spite of loving, had to move away to a person or it would do damage to him, because in those times it already gave account me that the love is a poison, that can kill to that are not prepared to receive it. And to give love to certain people is to kill them, to all those that never dreamed at least about the love, seeing it scares them, and feeling it the bush.

And it was seeing the gypsy of about 40 years, with the youth of a virgin, love the life, when I arrive next to my, and it said you want to know to me like being again to 100% at the moments of greater pain, to be able to walk like a man in spite of nonknowledge where? You want to know like knowing where to walk when the others suffer and cry and are lamented? IT TELL ME! It is so easy that until your you will understand it.

If I want to know it Mrs., but I must know as it is the price.

Stupid boy! It is the order of the things, the old one that makes you walk under rain and burning the hands, speaks to you of the power without fault and the love without a doubt, as if he knew that he is that! HE IS the other way around!!!!! The love without a doubt is only that will give the power you without fault, which will do innocent to you of all crime, which will make live and wish you to die. The only thing that makes us die is the doubt. While you believe in the love you will live, and the same love will say to you in the wind like killing, like loving, like to win.

Love and fight by that love. Not you leave to take reason why others say, when you are running, suddenly you will give account of where you go, and you will arrive, because you go to the place which always you have looked for and it is hoping to you, to the Earth where the dreams are born and live!

And it was lost between the trees.

The love is something as well as a legacy let by the old ones to remember to us that nonsingle there is pain in this life, and that also is place for the beauty and the joy, and the one that a person like which we loved walks next to us makes us think about a test that God exists, since as much wonder in a single place is not possible without there is been of by means the generosity of a superior force.

For that reason some nights we awoke without knowing why, when we felt its absence and we include/understand that when leaves a place that place loses all the reason of being.

Because, it is the love, the reason that redeems, that covers with nostalgia to whatever it has dared to see it a single moment.

It is difficult to say that it is, because the clumsy words cannot talk about to a so delicate and harmonious essence; to try to move away of is to attract towards one the misfortune, because single knowing it it is possible to appreciate the truths of the life.

To the force of the love I give my life, and although sometimes they ask to me if I like to be a solitaire, I know the answer. Each act in my life is a love act that tries to destroy the abyss between Adam and Eva. I know that I have been exiled of the paradise that represents not to have moral loops. And I know that the true paradise is in this earth. But not in the people who direct to words or empty activities, but in that it gives the open heart you.

The heart is the motor of the world of this Nagual. The heart is only the valuable thing that I have in this war for the world, and although is not very beautiful, that bleeding heart has life, and like the bullets, it takes a written name, although whenever I have tried to read that name, I see the sword of King Arthur, the indestructible Excalibur, with the words of its grip, " To the nonconquerer one ".

For that reason I say that the love neutralizes and makes any training unnecessary, because if these years of preparation for a battle that perhaps does not arrive allow me for a moment to protect and to nourish a valuable person, I will know that my life was worth the trouble.

And if the battle does not arrive, and single encounter in the way the rest of which have died fighting by the love, I will know that it will be a worthy death; to wait for the seated love is innoble and unnatural, because the love is what it makes take a step ahead us, because while exists life, exists the hope to return it to have, or for those chosen ones, the hope to conserve it.

And while, some worry about which can do, as if the love could hurt! Not to believe in the love is the unique thing that it hurts, if we create in or we do not create is the unique thing that matters; if we made the decision to surrender and not to do anything or to leave to the battle by the life and the love.

But the love is not weak nor demands, single delay, waits for the moment in that it is possible to let run, waits for the moment in that the things clarify in case single, the moment in which all the secrets know, because the love does not know the doubt, nor the pardon (nothing in love deserves a punishment). Are possible to love which it hurts to us, and are why Oscar Wilde says " but great histories of love that I have known have had like protagonist to a single actor without opponent ".

Ahhhhhh as if the love could be said in words. In its flame we found the vigor, and in its peace the calm; the ice that burns, the fire that refreshes, which unites to the opposites.

It is the aroma which we tried to capture when we breathed in the field, the creative impulse that summarizes in a single sigh the truth and the calm of a Full Moon, with the promise that exists in a dawn.

That is, the love.

To feel the implacable call that I hear, to bathe in its blood. To leave force it of the life circulates untied by your core. Because To give The Heart Without Waiting for Nothing It is The unique True Test.