Matters of the heart

It’s not a time to choose things that aren’t of the heart! You have to be true to your heart.

The heart can only endure so much dishonesty, so much dismissal. It’s not about mind thinking but heart thinking. It’s about feelings, it’s about reality, honesty, truth. In the heart, things are simple, straightforward and there’s only one choice to make. Always the heart has only one choice.

Come back

Three years, three months and twenty six days ago I was seriously wondering if the world had gone mad or if I was on the wrong planet.

It wasn't the first time that such thoughts had entered my mind but this time they really hit hard! Really hit home; my very core of existence or not! A set of experiences played out in my life that challenged every level of survival that existed to be challenged. Another story to be told, which hasn’t been told yet, in all its extensiveness and details.

On communication

People have been discussing for eons. They form round tables and squared tables, pedestals and rows of tables to discuss, punish, judge, separate, analyze. What have we accomplished?

No matter who’s right or how right he/she is, this sort of interaction will always end in a winner and a loser, a distance between the submitted and the suppressor; a separation of the world in black and white, right and wrong, wars and alienations.

A totally different level

Sorcery… sometimes called "spooky action"… or science... the starting point doesn’t really matter, nor does any definition we come to eventually. Because it’s all one synthesis anyway; unlinearized!

My teachers would love to correct my grammar, structure, spelling mistakes…

Enspirited

There is absolutely no reason why someone would want to wake up to the truth, instead of continuing to live like a zombie in society.

He won't have more money, more prestige, more friends, more security, more anything. This is a place of duality. Having goes with not having and neither is ensured by anything anyone believes or does.

Death is the full circle of birth. Whatever has a beginning has an ending too.

Giving up

When do you give up?

- When you’re giving more than you’re getting back?

- When the pain and the effort become too much to bare?

- When nothing you do seems to be having any beneficial results?

Ever Changing

Perhaps the easiest and mot difficult task I have undertaken is to write this blog-book, this memoir of my life, which cannot really be limited to words.

How awkward! Biographies are much more than we have assumed they are. 

They are much more than incidents, dates, names; the way we were taught His-story in school!

Illusions begone

How grateful should we be of life and how easy it is to forget!

How immature still, to realize only in moments of crises, when death knocks on our door or even the idea of this possibility meets with our mind.

To walk around like zombies, having no idea how we consciously create, how we are participating in life.

Impenitent

I have always asked the questions that normally people don’t even think of asking. Even if they do, many just ask them in philosophical circles, at specific gatherings but keep them way out of their personal, everyday lives and relationships.

My constant asking, seeking answers hasn’t changed since I was a child. And this is totally aligned with my practical life, no matter where it might mead me to or where I find myself to be, which I didn’t selectively seek or want.

Situations and questions that arouse much criticism, provoke the already installed fear of people and shake the elusive fundamental belief patterns, habits and unconscious rituals of old paradigms.

The power of words

When someone says, "everyone learns/understands in their own time", they don't really realize what they are saying, which is always very different than the words spoken.

Since most of us are still chasing time in some way or another, being also trapped in it, "in our own time" remains an excuse we use to avoid the present moment and our own individual sincere expression. We rarely speak our mind, we seldom reveal our truth, being stuck in the external chasing of linear time and the automization of concepts/words.