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Hello, and welcome to my website

My name is Conrado Salas Cano. I studied physics at the California Institute of Technology, where I graduated with a B.S. in Physics with honors in 1998. Later I enrolled at Portland State University in Oregon where I obtained a M.S. in Physics.

In 2004 I moved back to my home country of Spain, where I have been helping in my family’s real estate management business since.


by Conrado Salas Cano

I will briefly mention here some of the literature dealing with conspiracies, what might be happening in the world behind the scenes, and spirituality. For me these topics are all related, as my own spiritual journey was kick-started by the realization of what this world is really about and who might possibly be running it.

I may not entirely agree with the literature I will mention here, and I certainly cannot vouch for its veracity, but I have found it useful in my personal investigations, or at least I have derived excitement or succor from reading it.

Of course I am mindful of the “skeptics” and their sensational-looking swipes at giving the pretense of debunking. I am familiar with magician James Randi; the now deceased Paul Kurtz and The Committee for Skeptical Inquiry, and I have read Michael Shermer’s book The Borderlands of Science. Here’s my take:

Only very occasionally do these so-called “skeptics” concede that some marginal phenomena at the fringes of conventional, officially-accepted science are or might be real, in order to convey the public-relations image that they are not entirely closed to new evidence. Generally, these “skeptics” are the last in society to be convinced that a new phenomenon is real, being typically dragged kicking and screaming into the acceptance of its veracity.

Dan Drasin penned an excellent article, titled “Zen ... and the Art of Debunkery- Or, How to Debunk Just About Anything” which studies (with some admitted comic exaggeration) the tactics and sham attitudes of these so-called “skeptics”, which I like to refer to with uppercase “S”, i.e., as “Skeptics”, in order to distinguish them from ordinary, ethical, healthy, open-minded skeptics, which in my view we should all ordinarily be.

“Skeptics” sermonize that they just apply ordinary skepticism to their attitude, and insist that they are open-minded, but my personal impression from meeting some in the past is that they are not. So what is healthy skepticism? To me, healthy skepticism consists of being on one's guard and paying attention if one’s intuition says that something does not feel true in what one is hearing or reading. The mind can't be used for this lie-spotting purpose because it has been programmed. This is where I markedly depart from “Skeptics”, because they despise intuition and ascribe full epistemological value to rationality and what they describe as “training in science”, i.e., Carl Sagan's mythical baloney detection kit as espoused in his book The Demon Haunted World. But see, it is all a clever use of language. The “Skeptics” and other shock troops of the establishment have excelled at the pointed (and more obscurely couched) use of buzzwords. “Rationality” and “training in science” in reality mean adherence to the “Skeptics”' implicit dogma of what's possible, sometimes stilted on logical highbrow sophistry, and generally accompanied by a good dose of mental gymnastics in trying to fit one's perceptions of reality to any thought pattern, I don't care which.

Revelation and important insights don’t arrive as the result of arduous striving in thought and of racking your brains. They dawn on you, effortlessly, often when you least expect it. So, really, “Free thought”, while possibly good and enlightening at first, in the end becomes an oxymoron, because “thought” can entrap you and cocoon you in pain, shielding you from the larger reality.

My heart is bruised and broken, because for many years I followed it and only received blows. However, I still think (or better yet, feel), that heart-sourced intuition is one’s best guidance in matters of truth-seeking.

Throughout the evolving human body, there are said to be seven main energy points, called chakras, and more or less I personally buy the chakra theory. The living pulse of one’s best intuition comes, I conclude, from the heart chakra, the one located (at least for humans!) at the center of the chest (the actual organ of the heart is a bit to the side of it). Hence this pure intuition may not necessarily correspond to one’s “gut feelings”, which originate from chakras anatomically positioned more toward the inferior part of the body, chakras which are responsive to fear and primal instincts.

So, certainly, my advice is to not accept any asseveration at face value, and this includes what the professional “Skeptics” rattle and what anybody else, including me, may say. Instead, I suggest you listen to your heart and your intuition.

I think that, at bottom, there is only one law of Physics or of Nature, and this is that Consciousness creates its own reality, since reality needs an observing consciousness to exist. But the Consciousness that generates its own reality is none other than God’s…, from which all things emanate. Many forms of consciousness, being intermediate between dead matter and God (and much closer to the former!), have little say –at least consciously!- in what happens to them, especially while they are in incarnate form.

Still, the nature of consciousness in humans and in most everyday living organisms has contributed to the solidification of reality into an ordered pattern which, for much of the experience that we routinely dare to explore, is amenable to the usual laws of Physics and Nature.


My works and publications are listed here.

Y ahora algunas notas y enlaces en español -If you don’t speak Spanish, you can skip this segment and move on to the next segment in English, or directly to the (self-contained) English PRACTICAL CONSIDERATIONS ABOUT LIFE section-.:


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by Conrado Salas Cano

There are some scoundrelly humans in society. It has been my chapfallen impression that these knavish individuals do not deserve that higher knowledge be revealed to them. I have been taken aback on many occasions by the rascally behavior of humans around me, although I am far from being free of sin myself. I must confess that, on those occasions, I haven’t felt very human myself, although I was born in a human body, with its frustrating limitations. I have (often) been sick and tired of this life, wondering who the hell sent me here.

In a world as fallen from grace as this is, with its low, unpleasant, chapfallen vibrations, it is very hard to comprehend that the whole of Creation may be magically alive and self-organizing. But my feeling is that the second law of thermodynamics (which implies relentless overall decay) is in fact false, or at least applies only in regimes where a positive Creative Consciousness is not in charge.

It is nice when the light of Consciousness is shed on existence. Then certain questions arise. Is death really inevitable? I suppose that an intensely conscious presence can see through the illusion of Time. As a result of this and of some spiritual practices such as yoga, biological ageing in the cells could conceivably be much retarded, stopped…, and could it even be reversed?

A few strands of grey hair were spotted on my hair not too long after I turned 40 -that dreadful age-, although they seemed to have mysteriously disappeared a few days later. Nevertheless, I clearly no longer have the zest, and I think I’ve lost the ability, to push myself in running or other athletic endeavors the way I used to.

The toll and weariness exacted by the harsh pressures of daily life and survival typically in the end tend to dwarf the possible age-defying effects of those difficult-to-attain and generally brief moments of powerful, shining conscious presence, and of associated spiritual practices, or at least this has been the case for life in the Western world until now. Moreover, the depressing effect of seeing others, whom you have as a reference, age drags you to age as well. We are all intimately connected.

So, without bioengineering, senescence appears to be in the long run more or less inevitable, following maturity, for individuals who have been born human (a few animal species like crocodiles don’t age).

Granted, when it comes to the reasons for bodily death and for ageing, there isn’t just thermodynamics involved but also biology and other factors. Leonard Orr says he has met over eight individuals (chiefly yogis in India) who have maintained their body in health past 300 years of age, adding that not all of them look very, very old. Another Western observer has reported in the Huffington Post making a pilgrimage to the ashram of a 2,000 year old master, and being struck at how gracefully and easily this master moved and at the vitality the master showed.

A paperback by Bob Frissell, tantalizingly titled Something in this book is True…, discovered for me the alleged existence of Mahavatar Babaji, a revered immortal saint –some say a divine avatar- around the Himalayas, who has reportedly performed miracles.

I think it is safe to say that none of these very long-lived individuals have resorted to bioengineering or nanotechnology. On the contrary, they seem to have somehow activated the latent powers of their consciousness.

In spiritual circles, there is talk of an incipient worldwide process that is –more or less appropriately- called “Ascension”, whereby the vibrations reached by the consciousness of humans and other life-forms on planet Earth are said to be undergoing a steady “rise”. While this rise is said to be driven, or at least assisted, by a benevolent and more-or-less cosmic process, it is clear to me that, for an “Ascension” like that to happen, good souls would have to do their bit. It is further posited in these spiritual circles that “Ascension” will over time entail changes in the body, leading eventually perhaps –in some cases- to the body’s transmutation into an (imperishable) body of light or a more “energetic” state, literally glowing with light. (Formerly?) human bodies might even be able to attain the miraculous fate that in olden times was reserved only for the likes of Jesus Christ or other very select, prophet-like figures: i.e., direct Ascension (in its classical, theological standard meaning) to heaven (a plane of higher vibration) in a glorified and physically shining body, bypassing death. “Just” a transmutation into an imperishable and glowing body of light would, to me, be a most desirable form of bodily immortality.

Is “Ascension”, as bandied about in these New-Age-type spiritual circles, real? If it is, the grim realities of everyday life dash my hope that, in my lifetime, such an “Ascension” will reach the state of glowing light bodies becoming commonplace.

With every passing day, it seems less likely that I will ever achieve an enduring rejuvenation through the power of my consciousness alone and a natural diet. So, if a safe –and affordable!- form of bioengineering is developed that can extend my lifespan with a good quality of life,…, well, then I guess I will be very tempted to try that form of bioengineering, much as I have disliked transhumanism in the past. I have wanted to evolve into something greater than human, but maybe it’s better if I die human after all.

Returning to sociology, I feel that efficient organization may not require government. However, my perception is that humans as a whole are still not spiritually ready for the abolition of governments. There are still too many scoundrels around. Neither are humans probably ready for the blessings of free energy, great paranormal powers or open benevolent ET contact. These things should happen only as evil disappears from our society.

I hope, probably with justification, that a total global economic crash will not happen. By subscribing to a brighter economic future, we can help create a self-fulfilling prophecy of a positive nature. That's why, for all the talk there has been about gold as an asset in these times, I still haven't bothered yet to trade any of my money for gold. After all, even the act of trading money for gold takes time and energy which detracts from the value and quality of my life. While I don't discourage the purchase of gold as a personal preparedness measure, I prefer the spiritual gold that results from a successful personal or individual alchemy.

My understanding is that the financial system works by lending fake money, totally or partially fabricated out of thin air with no backing on actual wealth, and then by demanding that the loan be paid back in full with real wealth, plus interest. This would appear to be wrong, in principle. In practice…, well, I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself what’s right and what’s wrong as regards the particular local or national economy where you live. It is virtually impossible these days to work without money or banks.

Then there are the so-called “chemtrails”: the non-ordinary, strangely long-lasting aircraft contrails often seen in the skies around the world. These are alleged to be, at least in some cases, a form of deliberately noxious spraying, although I ignore what the truth of the matter might be.  If some “chemtrails” do indeed dump mycoplasma or other poisons on the water supply as has been claimed, then perhaps, from a health and preparedness point of view, it might be wise to worry about water purification.

Physical activity is important, at least as long as our bodies are (mostly) confined to this particular plane of reality, at its often depressing and somewhat dense rate of vibration, and the Monday-thru-Friday world keeps being a business-as-usual cesspit with some occasional delightful fragrances. Vigorous physical exercise cleanses the body, energizes one’s outlook, and releases endorphins, which are natural antidepressants. Who knows, good health may still require periodic physical exercise even when free-energy-generating devices, which I have deduced create a general life-charging ambience, become widely available. Or, perhaps, in spiritual terms, we will not rightly deserve these free-energy-generating devices while our lives are Ego-driven and attended by shit of various kinds (feces don’t seem very divine to me, but an organism or being that sustained itself only off air and energy, or whose body glowed literally with light, wouldn’t –I imagine- need to excrete them).

I suppose that, from a final, metaphysical standpoint, we are all God because All is One; however, I find that the Way of Humbleness is the better Spiritual Path. I prefer to think that I am inconceivably insignificant without God. In fact, without God I am truly nothing, I realize. Yet, by surrendering to God, I suppose one aligns oneself with the omnipotent Divine Will behind the Universe, and That is real power.


by Conrado Salas Cano

I have been a runner.

My personal best in the (stand-alone) standard marathon is an official 2:59:33 at the 2010 international Zaragoza marathon, over a certified course with no elevation differential between start and finish. In this race, I inadvertently shaved off a few yards (twenty yards at the most) because a couple of gentle curves along the course were not very well signaled, although it is practically certain that I made up for those yards along the rest of the course, for example in the pit stop I was forced to take.

Around that time, I produced one or two agonistic training sessions that indicated an even greater running potential, although this was never translated to an actual race result. In one memorable training session in late 2011, I may have averaged under 4 minutes/km for 20 miles. If I didn’t, then I must have come really close to averaging under 4 minutes/km (or 6:26.24256/mile, I have a weak spot for decimals).

On June 9 2013, I accomplished with some elation, and under bothersome rain, my best official 10 km time, a 38:31, in a pretty flat road race over a legal course (in principle suitable to be validated) with no elevation differential between start and finish.

After that, however, some nagging, persistent right hip pain compelled me to see a doctor, and I was diagnosed with a cam-type femoroacetabular impingement on my right limb. It seemed that the high-impact pounding occasioned by my past years of quite obsessive, dedicated running (with my tall, somewhat heavy body build) had taken its toll on my right hip joint’s cartilage. Also, I just wasn’t born with the ideal hip joint for running. I began to think about trying my hand at a triathlon.

On June 17 2014 I had a femoroplasty, and the surgery and subsequent rehab went very well. In fact, for months after rehab I seriously contemplated attempting a triathlon, and logged 12 hour training weeks that combined stationary biking, swimming and increasing amounts of running.

However, for me to attempt a triathlon at some point I had to start riding an actual bike outdoors (I am too clumsy for most off-road triathlons), and road bikes are very dangerous and unsafe here in the part of Spain where I live due to the traffic. My mother made me realize I should abandon altogether the idea of attempting a triathlon.

By now I’ve realized that my years of pushing myself hard to be competitive, even just as a stand-alone runner, are over. I clearly don’t have the genetics to excel as a runner, ever. And I no longer have the motivation to try. Besides, I am too old now, or so would conventional sports physiology dictate. Now I just do stationary-biking, perhaps some swimming, some occasional running (I am such a sorry shadow of my former self!), and maybe, if I am in the mood, a little bit of yoga.

In short, by now I am tired of competition, in life or in sport.


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