Diseases of the Soul

She has many masks, but the one that she prefers is that of glamorous; the fact is that she looks like a very valuable, great treasure, best than gold. If you give her time, she convinces you, she traps you with her threads and handles you as a marionette, manipulates you as a bicycle, in other words, she does what she wants. But, why did you believe her? Because you let her be, because she induces, seduces you, because you can only see her mask. I will tell you something: the one who falls down in her claws, in a sad way, allows to be controlled, deceived, robbed not only of money but of time, faith and intention.

Be careful, you will feel very bad if she wraps you up, because you will become the perfect paper where she will write, where she will clean her hands and mouth and then, she will dump you to the floor and once on the floor, she will stamp on you. Then, she will remove her mask and will laugh at you. Be very careful and don't allow yourself to fall into her complicity.

Who is she? Hypocrisy.

Author and Artist: Oscar Basurto Carbonell
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Diseases of the Soul. A Matter of Importance

What kind of judgment is the one that is done as a sharpen arrow, a dangerous knife or like an inflammable scorpion and that is violent like fire, false and lying as money.

What a big judgment, how aberrant, how lonely, what kind of judgment is the one that imposes a sentence for not knowing any better.

What kind of judgment does the one who has no heart. That judgment has no morals, no values, it accuses, denies, tramples the other, which for not being equal, becomes a victim of great persecution.

That judgment is not a judgment, but the egoism accompanied by the superiority complex, and it is the lowest complex, which is even more despicable by considering himself to be more important.

-Author and Artist: Oscar Basurto Carbonell
http://www.mystichealingart.com/

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Diseases of the Soul. Madness

Have you seen that high mountain that seems to touch the sun? Have you seen that star that seems so far away that its distance would easily duplicate eternity? Have you seen the rough sea, the thunder that seems to explode the ears and the desert where nothing grows?

Nevertheless, the ground is fertile beyond and the fields give milk and honey.

Have you seen and heard a child to cry and then to laugh instantly? All these things may seem incredible but they all are natural part of the scenery of the great process of living. But I am going to tell you something that might has happened or will happen to you.

There is a moment where laughing seems like crying

when the morning light is covered with shadows, when winter gives me warmth, when that far star comes down to the ground and talks to me very softly, saying things that I would not dare to repeat.

And some other times, the desert is filled with water and the water in front of me seems to dry and I can see the fish suffocate not in the sea but in the emptiness.
And when I look at the eyes looking at me, I don’t know anymore who is looking to whom. And I continue but my strength weakens and it becomes a great battle where nobody lives.
Then, I begin walking on top of an infinite lake of blood, made out of hate, rancor, doubt and fear. And after, comes the nothing and embraces, kisses , takes, breaks me in pieces and in that way I return from the nothing and I live again but a useless, individual loss, who does not understand the path to follow.

I am also despised and misunderstood by everybody, even by myself. I am Madness.

Author and Artist: Oscar Basurto Carbonell
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