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There is gold in the shadows.
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We get so caught up in the physical and the mind, we forget that there was and always will be something before them, something no physical or rational demonstration could equal it.
Life doesn’t wait for science to catch up with it.
We worry about all the apparent aspects, trying to trim the already manifested, because we’re taught that we should make a smooth transition between us and the things that we come in contrast with, and we get so good at it over the years, that we forget the contrast is meant to be there, to help us remember what we do want. And in the end nobody remembers how to do the real us… Then, of course, we have more stuff to worry about, getting lost in petty things that aren’t helping us or the ones around us, except maybe for future reference. But aren’t we saturated with the history of how life could go wrong?
Time wouldn’t be made of moments, unless we were meant to live in the moments. Not the bungee-jumping-living in the moment type, but the accepting-appreciating-and-allowing-it-to-expand-living in the moment type.
The protection we think we get by analyzing and preparing all the time is ultimately also a protection from expansion, which is how the Universe works, since the beginning of time, when the first cosmic breeze lifted a speckle of matter and antimatter into what was the predecessor of what we call reality. Until we understand that expansion, we will still face the thriving of unwanted things in our lives, through dis-eases of the body or dis-eases of the soul.
But then again, that is the path of our own evolution, and we are becoming more aware of it, bit by bit. Everything that exists in your life made you, even before you were a thought of future manifestation. What comes into your life is called by you and the ones you know, or by the ones that want to know you. Even death has a way of making your existence matter.
Don’t waste time. Don’t waste your moments. There is no reason to 🙂
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Nobody is as hard on you as you are.
That’s where the root of suffering lies.
Stop pushing yourself like that. There are no grades, no mean teachers behind you.
You don’t own all the problems of the world. Others were born on the same day as you were too.
Allow yourself to accept yourself.
Don’t wait for the end of the week to remember your freedom. Don’t wait for holidays to do what you like most. Balance between working time and playing time means they are both equally important. Work prizes should not be associated with pain and struggle. Play prizes bring more joy and your soul knows why. Honor the time you need to adjust to things. You are not a robot, you can’t endlessly push buttons.
You don’t have to worry about everything today, leave some for tomorrow too.
Give yourself the time to understand whatever you need to understand.
If you knew how wonderful you are, by just being you, at least two hundred self-help businesses would go out of business. Imagine that power.
Stop keeping your self in a prison of guilt, blame, shame. Forget all the reasons you ever felt those feelings for. Get a break. Get a drink. Breathe. Breathe long.
Be silent. Watch a water flow. Dream. Become friends with yourself again. Stay in the sun a little longer. Let yourself be carried by a thing: a feeling, an embrace, a wave, a breeze.
Don’t misuse your agenda and notebook. They are here to remind you of things, so that you don’t have to keep that information active in your mind all at once. They were not invented to imprison you in a ceaseless race, on a perpetuum of hundreds of tasks.
Repeat after me: “No”.
Make coffee. Make tea. Put a song on and just lay back for 5 minutes. Don’t look at your phone. Don’t check your emails. Don’t tweet about how great this song is. If the phone rings, let it ring. You can call back after you’re done with your moment. You don’t owe anything to anybody.
Take this moment for yourself. Take it now. Because no one else will for you.
Life is not meant to be dictated by others, by fear, or by pain.
Give yourself permission to choose only the easy things today.
Make memories. Feel happiness. Don’t restrict, expand the moments, and expand yourself with them.
Leave some room for life to grow branches.
Leave some questions unanswered.
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A fleeting sensation, an expansion of a single moment, a connection between what is felt and what is known. A temporary recipient of memory. A wave of the ocean that decided to embark on a journey. A fragment of vibration in slow motion, melted by space, sustained by a mystery we all posses, in the very making of our cells, the same way the Universe holds it in all the stars and the distances that make it.
I rest in this knowing, feeling my path, gliding like a bead on a DNA spiral of an intention. I am one with the mirror I find here, the portal to oneness, the dream that becomes.
A thought, undeniable, like the foam of an ocean wave.
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There is a certain pace at which life makes sense just the way it is. A pace at which you can actually feel the moments.
A pace at which your cells know their true path.
A pace at which you understand why some things exist and others don’t, and why you are among the first.
A pace at which you know how and why things happen.
A pace at which you grasp the wordless definition of time, a definition given by your soul, and not by man-made mechanisms.
A pace at which your body is grateful.
A pace at which you can let go, and keep only what resembles your sacred making.
A pace at which the skin of an orange slice doesn’t break, when parted from its sisters, at which your gaze heals another human being, a pace at which all life around you acknowledges you with every step you take, a pace at which you can actually share your experience.
At which you observe the traces of life on a glass window and the traces of what was, on your heart.
At which you give no one proof of being worthy, because everyone already knows it.
At which your atoms remember when they were immaterial silence and light.
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Be happy where you are now, with what you have.
This was a day with a spring scent. Information from the weekend still settling down in my brain. Didn’t get to make pancakes. But tomorrow is another day. Saw a few clips on OBE, got my Abraham fix and managed to make a short trip in the sun in the afternoon. I’m still trying to figure out who had this idea of us humans getting inside these opaque boxes for most of our day, in which little sunshine, little fresh air gets in… We miss the rhythms of the nature, in our eyes, and ears, and pores… but we don’t know it yet. OK, some of us do, but most still don’t unfortunately… Ate low in protein at breakfast and lunch, and by the time I got back home had extreme fantasies with some… you know… bacon. Then got them fulfilled. Then had my second quarter of glass of wine this year and saw a short movie. And just like that, my day is over. Not my day, but my fuel. This is what 32 feels like. How am I supposed to handle a boyfriend or a pet? My phone is kinda kinky. He says “touch to update google hangouts” and stuff… I don’t use more than half that crap. I’m afraid to “touch”. Lol. It might update things I didn’t even know existed before :)))) This is how you know you’re getting old. Faster than how people got old 30 years ago. So anyway, I started wishing for a lot of things, you know, that feeling you have when the day is almost over and you didn’t do much. At least I didn’t drop my bag in the mud, like I did on Friday. No more aftermath washing. And even though your body can’t take it, you still send the commands. That’s what got me into a two months in bed health issue this winter. So, yeah, adjustments time! And after your brain realizes it is not in shape for some proactive awesome proof of human intelligent capacity – I mean even that was kinda hard to write – it goes: “hey, how about a movie? It’s still some type of cultural act, or at least it could be, 10 years from now.” So I said to myself I can’t do this shit all the time. This projecting of what could have been is highly toxic and negative spiral inducing. So how about just being extremely happy with things exactly the way they are? After all not one moment has ever contained the perfect ingredients or perfect outcome. There are always seeds of improvement in anything that exists in our reality, and even the realities to which we measure our own. I think when that impeccable moment comes, all life will cease to exist. So maybe it was the wine, maybe all the spiritual practices I’ve been endeavoring in – including some chakra aligning – although I’m sure it was both, but I just decided to relax, let the usual feeling pass through me instead of resisting it, and got really grateful for all the wonderfully crappy and unbearably, food-porn-like-good things in my life. And I think I heard my brain say thank you. :)) Yes, our efforts should settle by the time the sun checks in on the other side of the planet. But we never seem to get that. Sometimes I have the feeling we race computers. What a sad specie we are.
But getting back to my initial thought stream… how can we be happy with more, tomorrow, if we don’t know how to be happy with what we have today? The Now contains everything we need. Every moment is another teacher of that. Ah! The taste of non-self-persecution!
This is probably one of my most journal-like posts since I started the blog. I wonder how will all this sound in the morning… I should make tea.
Yeah, this was supposed to be a short note. Better luck next time I guess.