A Cat looked at me, and I got warm inside.
Small and big Miracles happen all the time.
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Sister, Brother, You, Me, cracking…
Depression sneaks in, one’s world distorted, war inside, war outside, collapsing, destruction, numbness, suffering, cracking CRACKING DISINTEGRATING…
everything so normal, and really not so bad, the Judge and the Head banking pushing and telling lies and LIES and LIES…and Lies…
another Death is near, sticking in one’s Mind, killing one’s Heart, strangulating every Beauty, every Essence, every Love, and every Dignity, killing…
Life feels like torture, disappearing feels impossible, suicidal pictures appear and fascinate, the End oh if it was near, oh if it was now…
Lies and more Lies, the God inside forgotten, lost… Respect for You, Respect for Life forgotten…
Let it take You down to the bottom, touch Horror, feel Pain, forget Breath, suffer…
and suffer, and get mad at Yourself ’cause you are suffering…and weak…
Disintegrate, disappear… It is just a “bad movie”, but it feels so real…
Once You will be fed up enough, You will get out, and You will “know”…
We are ALL COLOURS, also the “ugly” ones…
SHINE AGAIN SISTER, SHINE AGAIN BROTHER, SHINE AGAIN YOU and ME…
(Love and Light to Us, and a Hug to whoever needs)
Friend
Friend, “real” Friend, “best” Friend, “oldest” Friend, “lost” Friend….
Maybe a Friend is just the Heart who you touch,
who touches you, anytime, anywhere, for a second, or for a long time.
We can always find one, and we never loose…
Gratefulness
Being grateful opens our Heart, other Hearts, and creates both a more friendly Reality, and unseen Bridges to Magic.
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Doubt is a strange fellow, an enemy at times, a friend at times.
Observing and questioning our own beliefs and choices can, in my opinion, make us grow.
Another banality, and another truth? 🙂
War/Peace
So easy it can change, both inside and outside ourselves, and in our World.
If we are not completely able to make Peace, we could try at least to avoid war.
Easy to say and hard to do? Obviously. Still, we can do much.
Dear Sister, dear Brother… Letter to ourselves
Dear Sister and Brother: pain is not our home, our Spirit is, and our Spirit is free.
Dear tense Brother and Sister: let’s be good to ourselves, and relax.
Dear Brother and Sister: enough violence and unjustice, let’s try Peace inside.
Lonely Sister and Brother, let’s be kind: we got good company, ourselves.
Dear Mother and Father, be patient: kick the Judge out, do the best.
Sad Brother and Sister, let’s be sweet, and try to accept.
Shameful Sister and Brother, let’s burn up the veil of shame: it is a nonsense. Let’s shine.
Fearful Brother and Sister, let’s embrace our Fear and act.
Angry Sister and Brother, our gift can be great Power. Let’s forgive.
Greedy Brother and Sister, posessions do not last, let’ s give away.
Dear Sister and Brother, let’s cut off our lies, and get out of the mud 🙂
The day of the Dead
…started with tiny drops of Rain, and more, and more, tiny drops… the Sky was crying all the tears we never allowed us to express, our sweet tears for our sweet Ones. Romantic.
Though, they were not all sweet our sweet Ones, some were impossible, some were cold, some were strange, they were what we are, mixes of it all, mixed like us, the living Ones.
On this day, many (and I) mean They are closer to this world… Some of us feel that, or we get trapped in the common idea that it is like that, and fall into the net. In any case, why not? Opportunity is there to remember, to pray, or just to reflect.
Death is a great teacher, and it usually opens our Hearts, at least for a while…
We loose company and control, we loose referencies, we loose bodies, we loose Their presence.. our Friend, our Mother, gone forever…
Forever, what a big word, do we even know what it means? Is it really so? Are they really gone? Or just their bodies? Does Death exist at all?
Our Love may never (never?, big word) die…Our genetic memory and our genetic chains seem to be alive, and they may keep us prisoners, or help us obtain Freedom. Our stories together live in our memories. In good and in bad.
Honoring our Dead, and our Ancestors, may be honoring the common essence of Human, reconnecting our Energy to the Roots, our Roots, and more…
Let us give ourselves some Time, Time to forgive Them and ourselves, if we had not forgiven before. Let us give ourselves Time for reflection, for release, or to feel the pain…And let us pray for the Ones that are lost, or forgotten….If we dare to do so…
Let us be touched one more time by the teachings of Death, and the teachings of Love, let us allow Spirit (or the Strange Something) talk to us. Let us honor our Dead, and by honoring them, honor ourselves, and Life.
Letter to us, dear us…
Dear Friend, dear Friend…Am I loosing You? Maybe You are loosing me? Words do not cover, when no action follows…
Where is my Heart, where is your Heart? At times You hurt so much that I would love to forget it all…
A new Death on Halloween, a fresh Renewal follows… I forgive me for complaining, and I forgive You for not being there. Know that I know…, even it will change nothing.
I release today my expectations and my bonds to You, and You, my Friend…
No Equinox
So this time I got sick the day before, on the day, and the day after…
… My teeth showed me maybe where balance was missing?:)
The Unexpected
The Unexpected. Everything turns around, and around again, moves crazy. Surprise, surprise… See what you can do here, with this, with that. See how I get off balance, how much out of track, out of order, out of my known stiff reality, Out… A funny gift. Great Master the Unexpected is.
Wasted?
Wasted? Lost? Fucked? Gone? Drunk? Drugs? Mental sick? Static? Boring?
We do still all have access to Enlightment…
As a good Friend of mine says, what we do with our Lives is a matter between Us and Spirit…
Letter to You (Us), dear People. After the Spring Equinox. Maybe…
Dark angry Clouds in our Skies, raging, again, again. Heavy Rains falling, the Tears of our Peoples.
It is hard to live at times, and a delicate matter, to be a Human, to be true, to be just.
In the theatre of violence, murder, unjustice, in the theatre of fear and mistrust, it is hard to remember that we are the Human Race, One, in many colours, beliefs, and traditions….And that what “others” do to us, is maybe what we do to “them”, even it may seem different, even we may deny it.
Let us maybe tell ourselves (in this case) a selfchoosen “lie”. Let us maybe tell ourselves that we live in a Peaceful and Wonderful World, in Compassion and Respect for each other….
In Humility maybe, let us keep on Praying, keep on trying to understand, keep on trying to Forgive, keep on Trusting things can be “better”, and different, that our common Home can be a Peaceful place to be….
Let us maybe Honour all the Living, and Pray for the Dead of all colours… Let us maybe recall all the Beauties we already have.
Let us maybe believe that for each horrible “mistake”, millions of Flowers of Compassion and Trust are born. Let us maybe lower our heads, remember our own “monsters”, and try to forgive ourselves.Let us maybe look in our Hearts, and remember our own Strenghts, our Courage, our Loved ones, our Friends, our Power.
Let us maybe try to work together, and help each other…
I know, we all know, this is easy to write about, and hard work to do, but… What other options do we really have?
PS: Death, sensations and scandals sell good. Let us keep Courage and Hope in focus, and not fall in the trap of Fear. When we are afraid, we are devided, and easy to conquer.
…first journey
…the first journey was through my work, and inside myself.
I connected to many beautiful Souls, we touched, and together we built a new Now, a “lighter now” for them, through our common effort.
In myself, and with help of the powers of the North, I searched and questioned everything: it was “scary” and good, cleaning up as usual…I’ll rather “see” reality than live in illusion.
…second journey
…And the first journey was full of learning, and challenges. Let us say I passed the exam, but the “refill” did not quite happen.
Though, I was reminded of “important stuff”, like we are here on “borrowed time”, and how much gratefulness means. I was
observing People and their walking fashion, the hustlers in the city trying to sell you things or food, fell again in love with the
Desert, the Rocks and the Mountain, I was healed by the Wind, the Water and the Sky, and blessed by deep Silence.
I was reminded of “to do what I can do”, and to keep humble.
Journeys
Every journey, leaving known realities, is a little jump into the unknown, a little Death, a little challenge, and a wonderful adventure. Bye bye land, bye bye home, the peoples, and the Love we know, and hallo new land, new home, new peoples, and ? Steps ahead, steps back, every journey, near or far, is full of learning. A good journey to us. “Viaje con Dios!” 🙂
Power
Power has many faces: one of the less obvious ones is vulnerability.
I am always…
I am “always right”! (smile). Being always right is as “silly” as being always wrong. Both can be extremely “dangerous”, and ruin our Life.
Yes we know
Yes we know: at times it is necessary to divide in order to unite.
When “it” gets harder
When “it” gets harder, we choose to move many ways: mainly, we either move on the line of least resistance, and glide with, or on the line of most resistance, and fight. Another option could be to surrender… 🙂
Letter to You, dear People
Greed for power and belongings, separation, judgement, ignorance and rigidity lead to the same: fear, violence and aggression.
Our common Beauty, our Power, lies in our differences: through them we can grow. Just for the fact we are living, we should be respected, and respect each other.
We have a body that can act, and languages we can speak. We all try to love and to be loved somehow, we all look for a meaning to our Lives. We all are both right and wrong in some things, we all can make mistakes.
We seem to keep on forgetting that we are one Tribe, on one Planet. Maybe humility is missing, maybe communication is missing, maybe objectivity is missing, how and where did we get lost? Violence is a horrible and “easy solution”. Is Communication possible instead?
“Best Hearts”, “best Heads”, humble People in power, experts of all kinds and all colours, where are You hiding? Where and how are You/We going to help? What do You/We need to do? We are facing so many challenges of so many and different kinds… The time is now, let us try. Let us never submit to hate and fear, let us keep on reflecting, sharing, and doing what we can.
Letter to You, dear People
On the last equinox I was given a new thing to do, from my Spirit helpers. They said I have to write some letters to You, People.
I follow their guidance and what they tell me to do: it is often challenging.
But, ok, no discussion: writting letters to You?
What am I going to write about? Why? Who am I to do this? Implicit and in essence, another “exercise” in being honest, no filters, no guru position hopefully, open and as clear as possible, as direct from the heart as I can, completely. Can I do this?
Often in the preparation of, during specific rituals, or in the sweatlodge, I had to do this,”extra deep”: scrap down to the bones, no bullshit…It may be my cross, it maybe my strenght, probably both. A worthy cross to bear, or polishing the Yewel of “Truth”… One can preceive it many ways.
It has “invaded” my whole Life now, it takes more and more over, I think You know what I mean, and I know many of You out there go through the same.
Cleaning, and cleaning, and clearing. Again and again, even at times we try to hide it, we cheat, and make everyone else believe how far and stable and strong we have become…We are People…
We are good, People, and we are doing a good job, People…
It may be painful, but it is worth it! At times all turns upside down, still we are doing good! At times we shake all the way into our innermost Being, we shake and question, and maybe find no answer…
Still we are doing it! And we keep on!
So, the first letter to You is now done: I salute You from my Heart, and bow in respect to Us… In spite of our challenges, we work to live in Truth to ourselves, to do what we can. Ho!
Alt er godt!?! Er alt godt?
Det kan man selvfølgelig diskutere, om man vil og gider.
“Alt er godt” kom til mit liv en hel del gange: og et par dage efter en af mine alle bedste venner var død.
Det kom som et lyn, midt i sorg.
Når ens rødder er blevet revet op, når man tørster efter Vand og der ikke kommer en dråbe, når Lyset ser ud til at for evigt være forsvundet, når Ånden føles at være så langt væk at kontakten bliver tvivlsom, og når man føles helt alene i verden, og Kærligheden føles som en film og ikke virkeligheden…
lige netop NU…
og selv om det føles som en løgn…
…sig det stille og højt til dig selv, skriv det på alle din vægge, på tusinder af papirlapper over alt, læs det igen og igen og igen…
Alt er godt…det kommer igen…
Når man vil transformere…
… eller give slip på noget man føler er “gammelt, tungt, ubehageligt, dumt, eller ? “, kan man blive “nødt til ” både at acceptere det (og helst til “at elske” det ?), inden man kan “vaske sig ren” og kan komme videre. Måske er det derfor at transformation kan være så svært?
Hvad synes du?