Oniria City

​​Oniria City

  The Alfa had appeared in the Oniria City after a long time. His absence turned the city in a dark place where passersby passed were no able to perceive, that today bears his real name, was where the Alpha was born.

  Oniria again become to be the promised city for the abstract concept that some call God, and others just simply want to mention like the promised city, where in the first hung a sign said:

  "Someone who valued itself always takes time to read, but have to be willing to bow to the ignorance."

  Because not only Alfa could habit in Oniria City, the promise, augured, consecrates, but all those that could elevate your mind to a paradisiacal state, because only the sublime beings enter in Oniria City.

  From this it had noticed Sergio a fall day when passing Oniria City had raised his head not by chance, but because all the leaves coast fell to the ground had almost the same look, and one thought to raise his head made ​​him stop at that place that was hidden for their eyes even as day and night by immemorial time.

  It was time to relax and stop flying like the Anser indicus, to get through the reading, not seen, or heard by others, that in the same Oniria city he also could live in the future and something had his attention and was not the Alpha, as the Alfa had already reached the Nirvana state that many speak and only a few knew.

  It pays his attention, what could it be in that place?, How can we get there? Like if by itself be able to see the truthful.

  But how to do it?

  He turned his head down and his luminous eyes again review the golden autumn leaves, and a thought came to his mind as a question:

  "How was the Oniria City inside?"

  As a kind of hallucination a vision came to him, he never had, Sergio, ingested peyote or any other hallucinogenic substances. He knew, Sergio, that with the use of drug he could only get his mind delay, as it is you could go back for a moment to the state that was required to live in the promised City, but only a moment and then take a long time to come out, not from Oniria City, but from the clumsy Mental state that would leave the use of such substances.

  In all his lucidity after seeing the autumn leaves fly and glide by the Madrid ground that was where Oniria City was located, without hearing voices but only the whisper that causes the movement of the leaves and the murmur of the wind, another thought came to his mind and this time it was the only:

  "came and rest your mind in my books",

  so you can enter forever and dwell in Oniria City. Did not hesitate in his decision to enter, as a memory came to his mind of that Anser indicus in the fable of one that was born before that Siddharta which speaks of the Asian goose, try to paraphrase what they read long ago getting together these words:

  "The state of enlightenment is like the flight of the Anser indicus, you can go high, crossing rivers and mountains, swing to the sideways, down and rest; but you cannot fly back."

  Resting, But where?, if I cannot nest in Oniria City, and saw a woman that in her breast was wearing a tattoo with this words:

  "The beauty without being shared is like a tree at the edge of the sea, the waves carry and bring it; love and beauty together are like a ship in the vast ocean that never succumbs."

  Sergio knew that he was not in the paradise to accuse the woman to tempt him, was not a man of those who bow to what others say without first use the discernment, must first seek, Sergio thought, to himself.

  He approached her and with all love fell from the lips of Sergio these words:

  "Love is a series of pieces on the puzzle that at breaks all unite the beauty that we seek."

  If you who speaks of love and beauty, can accompany me, we could stand together not rest but reside in Oniria City that is my dream. She realized about the deep thought of Sergio and said:

  “We should go and not be you as the Anser indicus that comes and goes at the change of season, because I would be worth your status if you're not by my side.”

  All this Sergio take it very seriously and returned to give a peek, this time not to the stubble, not her, but to where the Oniria City was located, took her hand and walk into the Oniria City, the first thing they saw it was not people but the books dusty by the time. She took one as in the beginning of time and quietly read this to Sergio and she: “Songs of Mio Cid” .... they sat down to read the Songs of Mio Cid that more than a song was an invitation to something nice, graceful, bud, was not the singing of some men at war, was not abstract, because it was not abstract the Gita.

  What it pay attention was in the back of the book the letter M that reminders Madrid, was who register this song: such a Pedro Abad, was the name that sounds at the promised land or was that men had the wrong place, because they was not this place in the north east or elsewhere that men used to dispute where the land was born the first time the Alfa, which was located the Oniria City.

  This did not leave them satisfied and continued searching and reading, the fall leave, and they still had not risen from their places of reading that became common as if they were, two nightingales, that never tire of reading and reading, not because they seek out of ignorance where the most people are, but because in every book, every leaf, every paragraph, every sentence and every word flowed something from them that in the beginning could not notice but was then...

  Was the state of mind of two beings, who could already perceive their own beauty without having to observe others and devoted his time to read, because it was not with her feet crossed in the lotus position they were rejoicing, but by the art of reading, as she felt that the writer is not only an artist but the reader by having the most grades of virtue "patience".

  They did not enter into arguments and both he and she decided to leave, not to preach like mums as what men do are like parrots, but looking for more......

  When were leaving Sergio smiled, remembering the words of a fakir who told him to say goodbye in one of his travels by the land:

  “Sergio, who is aware of what their purpose does not say: I want this, I want that, today I will get it; only knows that "I want this", "desire that", and "today I will get it " are ways to propel himself toward the finish line.”

 

  He turned his smiling look on both sides without seeing anything that was worthwhile, he knew that an enlightened never insists on saying this is left and this is right; an illuminated deal in knowing that all is well on both sides.

  Under the look and to his surprise he could see some scrolls: the Emilian Glosses and Silent Glosses ... remind him this time that the Alpha had taken his rebirth in the Madrid outer space, when men call Vishnu, Sanskrit name which was adopted by men came from Eastern but could not prove it, nor the interested him much less to her that knew what it was.

  Picked up the parchment and was with her ​​for readers so that they could choose the reading he liked and well looking to go to reach that mental state that is needed to enter to the Oniria City, because she knew that he and her were good skiers.

  Sergio took a pen and I shape this sentence:

  "The mind is like a wave in the vast ocean, when it gets too high does not serve as the skier too low either, plus a good skier is able to exploit both time and unable to reject the midpoint."

  He dropped to his knee before her as if she were the creator and asked her to fly together, not in search of the state of Nirvana but looking to destroy ignorance among his peers, is this perhaps the highest form of fighting our enemy: ignorance, which not only consists of illiteracy but of the lack of general information.

  It's not you or I who choose for them, but themselves for them, because we did us and is part of our good feeling, because the words "we are proud" had vanished from their minds, having the two of them become actors of the big screen.

  Oni
ria City had rediscovered lost in time and only had left to make this a reality. I did not want to repeat the word reality, that sounded much to spiritualism and everything was much distorted. Maybe Lemuria was part of that outer space where this Oniria City, could neither she or him waste time on that, only she and him knew that the Oniria City had found, this was full of realities and fantasies, fantasies that also formed part of a reality in innumerable realities at the time of the lemurs men or Parisians, Londoners could not deny.

  Because Parisians feared being judged as ordinary men and Londoners as vulgar beings as if they were New Yorkers these few simple things that both preferred not remember, they prefer to think they were part of men that came in outer space where Oniria City was.

  Everything was solved for Sergio and her, left Oniria City, much time had elapsed, the stubble had vanished, new lemurs walked naked, it was summer, I was not dreaming neither he nor she ... she smiled a smile of goddess without prejudice, the thinking of feeling was gone in her and in Sergio the sense of reason.

  They did not want to hear the phrase "rest in peace" just to hear it, did not want to repeat as the parish priest of the small village where Sergio's mother was born and that at least the priest receives a pay and this reminded both the book a reality in innumerable realities: first the little phrase "nothing is free" and second as each chapter of this book begins with a number written in cipher, was wondering if this was a prophecy, magic, numerology, spell, or what?

  And Sergio smiled again seeing his dream come true by placing Oniria City, with her decided to take other lemurs and no lemurs, and since this did not matter, what mattered at the moment is to provide coordinated where the Oniria City is located. That's how Sergio and she had found Oniria City without wondering if they descended from lemurs, Atlanteans, Aryans or any other breed beginning of time.

   

  By Blas Alberto Camilo, author of the book: A ​​reality in innumerable realities.