Navarrete

Church of the Assumption, Navarrete, Spain.

Day 10, Logroño to Nájera

Words failed me. I’d never been moved by ostentation until now. It’s weird and awful to think of what funded this magnificence - Cortez and “The New World Bank, LLC,” and yet like watching the Blue Angles and all that they imply, I could not look away. I could only gape in wonderment.

To be transported into a completely different realm is a gift, and surely the intent of the creators. Yet in this case, I feel like I am trying to understand the ways of God, and am blown away how the loss of a people so long ago could result in this particular gift to a total stranger centuries later.

The other day I was getting my panties in a twist thinking about the over production of data, and the data farms that house it all. I was having this bizarre conversation in my head about how it was making the planet heavier, and if we kept at it the planet was going to get too heavy and sink. Then I remembered, it’s all energy conversion. We have no more, no less than what we started with, and substance simply changes form. The FM radio station constantly playing in my head picked out “Dream On” and all I heard over and over was “no one knows, where it comes and where it goes . . . “

In the end I am left with you cannot have light with out dark, you cannot have up without down, you cannot have love without hate. We live in duality. That’s just the way it is.

See below for another church, one of many that got the psychic, questioning ball rolling.

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Standing in front of the retablo in Estella, Spain.