WORLD OF CONNIE SCHELLER AND HER BUSINESS: TRAVEL
- I feel like hundred years of
life and duty: the joy of doing personal travel and prepare travel
for my customers.
- I have achieved plenty in
such a not so long career in the accounting of Time and Eternity: I
have seen so much of the world, of its life, of its beauties and
disasters that I cannot live any style else but in a whole
- While in duty and while I
design and write the itineraries for my clients –may times odd and
exotic—, my Self is everywhere, with or without body; with or
without shape; whole; full; still ignorant, learning, much knowing;
near and far shining; Self dependent; independent; all transcending,
actual and, perhaps, eternal; and assigning to every travel I do or
prepare its proper duty.
- I pin and cling to a natural
knowledge obtained from the World, the best University a being can
- I have no vice. My personal
weaknesses have brought me into such a stage that, daily, I give
myself injections of book’s contents in destinations, cultures,
religions, behaviors, arts and other themes, to enrich and enjoy my
Self doing and being.
- Contrary to the miserly one,
I throw away my few monies for I buy collecting objects or pieces or
textiles that coming most with trick, I get them through treats and
so to complete my countless collections I keep at home, pieces and
objects that emotionally I choose and pick along the roads of the
- My most precious collection
is that one of my books: some antique, many old, many new, more than
three thousand, with also plenty of files and clippings and
catalogues and guides for its consultation.
- All: books, files, consulting
pieces, and usually small objects, I simply, adore and I stick to
them so closely, that just the thought I could loose one them, gets
me sick, already; that is my peculiar way of being miser. This is my
- With my travels, with such
experience, with much readings, I have learned that for being
successful in knowing The World and in my profession, I have to
become the senses of my clients, as they, as I, must know that for a
travel to become, a total event, an affair to remember, it must be
taken as an emotional experience first, and after, must be
experimented with body and mind as when you travel, you have to
commit yourself to include personal and important activities: to
touch, taste, listen, hear, sniff, smell observe and really see.
- At the end, you accept it
fully and, you embrace it, as it will come to you as if you have
gotten it as a viral infection: the sites, the ambiance, nature,
people, domestic and wildlife, as an all, it gets introduced into
the body through our two eyes, nose tongue and ears; and the tact of
our two hands; gets processed in our brains; reaches our heart;
circulate through our veins, and finally it gets embedded within the
marrow of our bones. There is only one cure: travel by returns
- To have the chance of travel
is an opportunity not to be left at one’s side. We must take it
one time, and another, and again, another. It is a kind of a private
fortune that must be squandered with travels and more travels, as it
is this kind of action that will bring us into a sacred free-doom!
- Go!; travel!; visit The
World!. Walk, step by step its three thousand odd soils. Walk along
its treks and trails. Get bewitched with its Sun-rises; with its
Sun-downers; with its full Moon.
- Reach that lands behind the
horizon line, the ones that curves it and, jump them. Cross its
immense seas and wide rivers; its creeks; conquer its mighty,
unpredictable mountains. Pick and rise its stones; remove one of its
great boulers; look down to its deep core. Put your hand there and,
explain, how it is that its calcinated heart, beats.
- Cover yourself with the
infinity blue of the clear Sky. Make yourself full with the light of
the Sun and shine. Touch the silence; look at the wind; embrace
solitude and make it your friend.
- Shower with the music of
rain; dance with the rhythm of thunder; stop when the killing
flash-light strikes; run when the tornado comes; get protected when
the hurricane attacks. Take the Rainbow as your brush and paint,
with it, whatever stopped to be good.
- Take a deep breath; caliber
your senses. Rise your arms: touch the clouds; trap the stars. Count
the deserts of the Moon. Cover your Self with its night’s dark,
elegant gown and dream with lagoons of galaxies and with explosions
of clusters and travel even further, through the endless road of the
very frightful Black-Hole.
- Moist your face with its
morning fine dew; allow the subtle perfume of its natural ambiance
embraces you and sigh deep on whatever is alive: smell the flowers;
touch its woods; eat its greens; love its marvelous and very
- Get impregnated of its
humanity: comb its towns; get flooded with the noise of its markets,
streets and alleys; Answer back to its people’s smiles; mingle in
them; look at them with amazed eyes. try to guess their languages,
to read their minds; try their most simply food; taste their exotic
dishes; damp your tongue with their so rare wines; dress with their
silks and laces; hang from your neck, wrists and ankles, their
stringled shells and beads; get pampered and adorned with their
expensive stones and glasses and shining metal fittings.
- Admire its architectures and
arts; learn from them as much as you can.
- Reflex about their cultures,
the uncertainity of their rituals and, its sometimes, shady
- RESPECT IT ALL!. DO NOT TRY
TO CHANGE ANYTHING!
- Travel!; travel till
exhaustion!; far beyond your own strenght. Till you transfix its
most strongest frontier, the one of the one thousand traitorous
demons: Mrs. Mediocrity Cajoling.
- Travel!, till you leave,
behind, the ten thousand and more tabues that would get you blocked;
the thousand fanatism that at your back are whimpering; those ones
always marauding and which at the end, are the ones that would,
sometimes, get you crazy.
do not stop!. Travel!. Travel till the four cornes of the Earth;
until the appreciated “Book of The World” is yours; that one not
on sale; the one that only the tenacious gets; and, only, the one
who already has it, will know its name!.
- Connie Scheller
Saturday, April 14th,
- Of today’s Nepal
- Of its New Year 2058