Yesterday I had a dream that made me think.

I dreamed of Guto, and we were on another planet, and we were walking and we saw an Oca and on one side there was a dinosaur of a human being.

The planet we saw the trees, and there were animal beings too. There were rivers and sea.

I woke up laughing that it is the trees that are the Goddesses. I remember the last word, I asked Guto if he wanted to reincarnate here, or go back to earth. Guto replied: “I’d rather stay here, I’m gay, you’re a woman, we’re very undervalued on Earth, I’d rather stay like a tree.” The tree seemed to be playing like Bebe by Hermeto Pascoal.

So when I went to write it, I put the music on and it felt like a flower, a tree that takes time to grow and grow and evolve.

But when I went to send it, I was thinking about the symbols.

I haven’t seen Guto for a long time. We met at LSE College in London.

Guto, in addition to having a degree in anthropology, is a diplomat. Then
he knows what goes beyond the distinction of the Amazon.

I did cognitive anthropology, I also studied music, and a bit of international politics got me thinking about my mind. Mainly because I already had 2 comas and brain destruction.

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I think we love nature and we like the freedom of the mind and we are not victims of any philosophy or theology.

And out of nowhere a friend spoke to me about the word uncertainty. There she made me understand the dream. The base is from another land, hollow like our mind. That we need to be on the side that values ​​us in the same way

The most interesting thing is that in this dream we began not to speak, we managed to communicate without language. Our admiration for trees that don’t need a tongue.

And we who have fled to another planet, even more so than the ones I control. We stayed there in the silence, of the mind. Every escape is because it won’t get stuck in anything, not even in our mind that we want.

Love, Jules

I’m feeling back to the way I am, until one day I was told my brain wouldn’t come back.

But it wasn’t even colleges, medicine, countries, cultures, courses, families, religions. It’s the people who know me inside and out and make me see.

These people know about my revolt against something. Every time, upset, I ran away.

I could make an escape list. Maybe a coma is even an escape from myself.

But I am looking in my mirror and feeling gratitude from my friends who have seen me again. And gratitude to my new friends who already know I ran away and ask me where I am.

Sometimes, not even talking, but that escape is finding our mirror.

And as the Taoists say
“He who knows does not speak; he who speaks does not know.”
Lao Tzu

With love and gratitude to those who made me known, I now look in the mirror and accept what I didn’t see before.

With love,
Jules