Not missing my bus to Madrid was a magic, practicing attention of a spiritual body that experiences the world by physical senses.
Rio hostel feels like a dark cave, I never been in a shit hole like this, but Madrid is interesting with beautiful buildings, museums and churches.
Cannot have enough of Cybele Fountain that has been standing in this emblematic square since 1782. One of the city’s most famous landmarks, Mother of the Gods and Roman Goddess of fertility atop a chariot drown by two lions.
As if female for male, the Matrix is external field for the self, but becomes internal as we identify our own sensation with it. TO DESIRE YOUR OWN SENSATION MUST PROJECT HER OUT and that is how what we call ego comes into existence, but to accept your sensation back is to annihilate desire and exit the Matrix.
Ego over sensational-awareness is a two-way bridge, male desires weakness of his own female and female desires power of her own male, until they harmonize under a single will. THE EGO CANNOT EXIST BEYOND DARK CAVE, seeks for opposite sex and reincarnates self-awareness into gender personality.
I could not enter Temple of Debod today all booked weeks ahead, reminding missing the Moon Temple in Machu-Picchu, but I still have pilgrimage to make and after coming back to Madrid I will try again.
Madrid is not a Rome, Paris or even Amsterdam, but I have been so thirsty for art, 4 h passes by like a blink of an eye in Prado. Tomorrow morning, I travel to Lisbon, but coming back at the end of my pilgrimage to fly back home.