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English to Spanish: Unlearning what we learnt General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English It took me many years to believe in myself.
Many years to understand that I wasn’t useless or stupid simply because I didn't understand algebra or the endless Pythagorean theorem. For a long time, I was made to believe that I wasn’t good enough, that there was something wrong with me, that I was the problem.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.
And it took me even longer to release the block I carried around money.
For almost thirty years, I offered courses asking only for a voluntary donation.
But for many people, “a voluntary donation” simply means “free”.
And there came a point where I could no longer continue that way, as I couldn't pay the bills that piled up.
The lesson was clear—and painful:
I had to learn to value my time, my experience and my work,
and to realise that many of the things I believed as a child were not truths at all,
but limiting beliefs inherited from others.
We can take courses to learn.
Study.
Integrate.
Pass exams.
Apply what we’ve learned.
Even teach others.
But tell me something:
how many courses do you know that teach you how to unlearn?
To fill a cup, it first has to be emptied.
And I learned how to empty mine the hard way.
By falling flat on my backside.
And by getting back up on my own when no one offered a hand.
A conviction is nothing more than a belief that has been sitting in the mind for a long time, with deep roots.
Ideas repeated by parents, grandparents, siblings, teachers, friends, television, newspapers, social media.
You hear something once and you don’t believe it.
Three times, still not.
Twenty times, you start to wonder.
Fifty times…
and you end up believing something that was never yours to begin with.
Turn off the television from time to time.
We’ve all seen how easily it manipulates.
Dare to break the mould.
Dare to awaken.
Dare to stop believing everything you’ve been told.
Dare to dream.
To believe in yourself.
To stop asking for permission.
To stop seeking approval.
As long as you act from love, from the heart, and for the greater good, the rest is just noise.
Allow your inner child to let go.
To trust.
To unlearn everything that is no longer any use to them.
Only then does the path begin to open.
"The truth will set you free", said the Master of Masters over two thousand years ago.
Find your truth.
Be happy.
Translation - Spanish Me llevó muchos años creer en mí.
Muchos años entender que no era una inútil ni una estúpida por no comprender álgebra o el dichoso teorema de Pitágoras. Durante años me hicieron creer que no daba la talla, que algo no funcionaba bien en mí, y que el problema era yo.
Nada más lejos de la verdad.
Y todavía me llevó más tiempo soltar el bloqueo con el dinero.
Durante casi treinta años di cursos pidiendo solo una aportación económica voluntaria y consciente.
Pero eso, para muchos, significa “gratis”.
Y llegó un momento en que ya no podía seguir así, porque no podía pagar las facturas que se me acumulaban.
La lección fue clara —aunque dolió—:
Tenía que aprender a valorar mi tiempo, mi experiencia y mi trabajo,
y darme cuenta de que muchas de las cosas que creí de niña
no eran verdades,
sino creencias limitantes heredadas.
Podemos hacer cursos para aprender.
Estudiar.
Integrar.
Aprobar exámenes.
Aplicar lo aprendido.
Incluso enseñar a otros.
Pero dime una cosa:
¿Cuántos cursos conoces que te enseñen a desaprender?
Para llenar una taza, primero hay que vaciarla.
Y yo aprendí a vaciarla a base de hostias.
De caerme de culo.
Y de levantarme sola cuando nadie me tendió la mano.
Una convicción no es más que una creencia muy antigua,
con raíces profundas en la mente.
Ideas repetidas por padres, abuelos, profesores, amigos, la televisión, los periódicos, las redes sociales…
Oyes algo una vez y no lo crees.
Tres veces, tampoco.
Veinte veces, empiezas a dudar.
Cincuenta…
y acabas creyendo algo que ni siquiera es tuyo.
Apaga la televisión de vez en cuando; ya sabemos lo bien que manipula.
Atrévete a romper el molde.
Atrévete a despertar.
Atrévete a dejar de creer todo lo que te cuentan.
Atrévete a soñar.
A creer en ti.
A no pedir permiso.
A no necesitar la aprobación de nadie.
Mientras actúes desde el amor, desde el corazón y por el bien común, lo demás es ruido.
Permite a tu niño interior soltar.
Confiar.
Desaprender todo lo que ya no sirve.
Solo entonces el camino se abre.
“La verdad te hará libre”, dijo el maestro de maestros hace dos mil años.
Encuentra tu verdad.
Sé feliz.
Spanish to English: La muerte no es el final de la historia General field: Art/Literary
Source text - Spanish
A lo largo del tiempo hemos habitado muchos cuerpos. A veces caminamos como hombres, otras como mujeres. A veces en la Tierra, y otras en mundos lejanos. Hubo vidas en las que tuvimos muy poco, y otras con todo aparentemente resuelto. No por azar, sino porque el alma aprende desde todos los ángulos.
Hay vidas en las que nos tocó recibir, y otras en las que aprendimos a cuidar y dar. Vidas fáciles, donde casi todo fluye, y vidas duras, donde amar se vuelve una elección consciente.
Por eso la muerte no es el final. Es una transición. Es el momento en que dejamos atrás una experiencia que ya cumplió su función. El aprendizaje continúa, la conciencia se expande y el alma sigue su viaje… hasta recordar por completo quién es y volver a la Fuente, como el fractal que regresa al Todo.
Translation - English
Over time, we have inhabited many bodies. Sometimes we walk as men, other times as women. Sometimes on Earth, and sometimes on other worlds. Some lives we lived with next to nothing, and others with everything seemingly resolved. Not by chance, but because the soul learns from every angle.
There are lives in which we were meant to receive, and others in which we learned to nurture and to give. Easy lives, where almost everything flows, and hard ones, where loving becomes a conscious choice.
That is why death is not the end. It is a transition. It's the moment when we leave behind an experience that has fulfilled its purpose. Learning continues, awareness expands, and the soul carries on its journey… until it fully remembers who it is and returns to the Source, like a fractal returning to the Whole.
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