acting, actors, addict, addiction, art, artists, black and white, characters, drawing, entertainment, fear, field, future, habits, manifesting, mundane, patterns, society, spectacle, stars, stripes, subconscious, vicarious, watercolors
Sometimes, I think that the reason we are so addicted to entertainment and its stars is because we subconsciously know that we each poses a spectacle inside, but are too afraid to manifest it. They do what we think we can’t. They are what we don’t know how to be yet. So we sit and watch as we identify ourselves with the characters portrayed, and we vicariously live for a moment, as they do it for us.
But someday that will be us. Someday, we will know how to, and we won’t need to be entertained anymore.
above, abstract, air, art, being, below, collage, connection, consciousness, creation, digital, drawing, dream, energy, evolution, experiment, field, flow, future, inertia, journey, knowing, life, momentum, transition
30s, blocks, blue star, city, coffee, depression, dream, Earth, future, illusion, lens, magic, mental, mimic, perception, reality, reflection, self, self actualization, skyline, street, subconscious, time, transformation, urban, window
I look out the same window over on the other side of the street, at the same tall, 8 stories high blocks, every morning, every day, every night, for the past 11 years. Most of them have a new coat of paint, the narrow roads between them got better with time, the trees got taller… Mainly silent, mostly early to sleep. Some new roof tops appeared at some point, over the old skyline of my view. Other than that, nothing really changed, and as I was preparing my late coffee, trying to figure out how near of far the rain was going to be, since that was going to decide my entire schedule in the next couple of hours, a peculiar feeling started slowly transcending from my subconscious into my mental chatter… Something seemed different, like someone had changed the lens on my viewpoint, not sharpening it, but stripping it of something I didn’t know before. I remembered how I use to feel about these blocks… they looked like anything was possible, like every life unfolding within their walls, every destiny behind those yellowish or dark windows, could be made into a movie, or at least, a string of photo albums. I felt like I was potentially missing out millions, if not more, of magic captured moments. As time passed, that feeling slowly faded, as I was becoming more familiar with all the details… some unchanged, some new for a while, but nonetheless with the same configuration, until one day it disappeared completely, leaving room for a subdued sorrow, the type that looks like the lack of magic… something similar to the lack of a sense of future. It happened so slowly, I almost missed it. My spirit didn’t though, my bones neither. I almost believed this is how your 30s are supposed to feel like, more settled, like you now know shit, and nothing really holds any mystery anymore. And partly it’s true, there are many places which you do know better. But even the places you think you know inside and out, still hold mysteries, and their discovery is yet to come. The truth is, I still know nothing about these blocks I see every day. Nothing was ever lost, it was just a trick of the mind, that sees the same object in its place, day after day, and mimics it unconsciously, while still measuring that against the knowing that the core of life is not sameness, but transformation. The unfolding of this truth finally found its respite on the now perceived reflections of a denser structure.
And I, dancing with the unfolding of that realization, on this suspended blue star, at equal distance between what comes to be and what is a mere illusion, the dream that dies into a thousand other dreams.
the favorite stories we tell ourselves,
a fake stone on a “fashion” ring,
this moment, still a mystery,
moods of cities I’ve never been,
this summer is still in my soul only.
if we could only see the right path to the brightest future, there would be no stories worth telling anymore; only an endless, blinding Now, reflected in billions of diamond like fractions of pure potentiality.
2014, armed, battle, blood, brave, button, capital punishment, casualties, change, click, computer, dark side, decision, defend, demons, desensitized, discipline, economical, ego, end, flaw, future, grandeur, guns, human race, imature, inertia, innocent, inside, interest, kill, killing, life, light, mass killing, military, mind, mistake, now, outside, overrated, past, people, politics, purpose, reason, right, sacrifice, safe, screen, species, strategical, tap, teach, trigger, violence, war, win, winning
I don’t agree with wars because I don’t believe in sacrificing the lives of innocent people, or the lives of those who carry these battles for others. I think it’s time we look at the words “casualties of wars” and realize they don’t suit us as humans anymore. I like to think that men who would give their life to defend something are too precious to be lost, and I think it’s time to stop teaching little boys it is brave to die.
Not that they could ever really be prepared for what war is really like. Not that they should be subject to a situation where they have to kill another human being, and return a changed man forever if they do.
Yes, there was a time when freedom was gained and kept like this. I repeat: was. That time’s time has come. Whatever interest you have in war, economical, strategical, political, justifying your own dark side, know now this: light is entering this realm too.
I think we are in 2014 and war is overrated.
I think wars are still going on feeding on the remains of grandeur of some egos of those who needed crisp discipline to maintain going forward and keep safe what good people built, and on the contracts that still need to be carried out by those who seek financial interests in affected areas, the gun dealers and companies who provide their construction materials, logistics, intelligence and transportation, and on the frail egos of those whose maturity will never really happen, not as long as they need a gun to validate themselves by anyway.
I think we are beyond that as a species. I think it’s time we realize we can go on without mass killing.
I think we could do without blood shedding.
I think we know that we don’t need violence to prove things that can be proven in other ways too.
I know the inertia caused by such a massive type of event seems unstoppable and seems to find self-reinforcing reasoning to keep going, but it doesn’t have to be like that anymore.
I think fire guns are a way of making sure you don’t have much time before deciding to take another being’s life. Because it is a decision. It might look like anything else, but in the end, ending another life is a stepping stone in your everything: life, thinking, character, future, etc. Everything you do from that moment on will be influenced and/or determined by that. It’s the type of decision that you look back at and see as a mistake. It’s a short term desensitized manner of dealing with a problem. Just pull a trigger, from a distance, like you would press any button, like clicking a computer mouse or tapping a screen… and the problem goes away, right? You hardly realize that at the other end of the interaction, you’ve chosen to end a life. A life you have no right to end. It might seem like you do, but you never really do. Ending a life is never really power, just like winning a war is never really winning, unless it never starts.
Just because it seems easier to deal with outside demons than with the ones on the inside…
Capital punishment has one small flaw: you can’t punish someone that killed someone by killing them back, simply because they die knowing that they were right in their thinking in the first place. You don’t teach that killing another is bad, by killing the ones who did it, it kinda defeats the purpose.
At least in my opinion.
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art, beginning, body, born, create, creation, creativity, drawing, dream, energy, energy center, experiment, expression, flow, future, human, inception, life, light, orange, process, Sacral Chakra, self, stillness, within, womb
Dream. Because the inception of your dreams is the inception of your future self.
Flow. Because flow is in all things, even those which bear stillness within.
Create. There’s no point denying the very thing out of which you were born.
actual, apparent, appearence, beyond, comtemplation, consciousness, evolution, future, human, measure, meditation, nonphysical, physical, present, questions, real, reality, sense, sensors, separation, subconscious, temporary, thought, unseen, wonder, world
We call physical something that we can sense and measure. But if our sensors became more refined, we would probably sense what today call nonphysical, and thus the separation we once tought was real would disappear and we would be forced to call the thing a different name. I wonder what would it be.
Sometimes, all you can do is observe. The day, the moment, the feeling, in this space you’ve been given that is your body and which you share with the Universe, and record your reactions for future reference.
belief, blood, cold, conquer, dream, dry, drying, dust, echos, ego, evidence, fear, future, glass, heart, jar, knowing, layers, lighthouse, love, moment, negative, now, old, past, path, patterns, rain, reality, seduce, soul, spiral, spirit, structure, trace, veins, watercolor
There are days when the dust of drying old structures and the echos of words said to conquer, and not to love, still settle over my path; and although the lighthouse in my heart still shines on it, I find it harder to figure out where my next step will be. And sometimes the slippery fear patterns try to seduce me on their negative spiral, or at least leave their trace on my soul.
And then there are days when my Ego sees the evidence of what is truly worthy and remembers that the belief in separation is pointless. In those days I step into the Knowing contained in my Dream. It is then when everything makes sense, all at once, in the most overlooked of layers of reality.
Contemplating the warmth of the blood in my veins against the cold rain outside.
The way my watercolor set looks through the empty water jar.
This moment unfolding into the future and the past.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/printr-un-borcan-de-sticla-gol/
adevar, ancora, answers, întuneric, dark, dark side, darkest hour, existence, existenta, future, giving up, grounded, languages, limpede, lume, patience, rabdare, renuntare, răspunsuri, translate, viitor, world
In the darkest hours is when you feel like giving up.
That’s exactly when you need to stay even more grounded in your truth.
The answers are writen in all the things that make you and the world. Everything which eludes you now will become clear tomorrow. The future always comes quicker when you’re patient.
Your existence is never in vain, not even when all the languages can’t translate all that you are.
În cele mai întunecate clipe, pare uşor să renunţi.
Atunci e de fapt momentul să te ancorezi mai bine în adevăr.
Răspunsurile pe care le cauţi sunt scrise în toate lucrurile din viaţa ta. Tot ce-ţi scapă acum va deveni limpede mâine. Viitorul vine întotdeauna mai repede când ai răbdare.
Firul existenţei tale nu e întâmplător sau în zadar, nici chiar atunci când toate cuvintele lumii nu ştiu să spună tot ceea ce eşti.