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There is gold in the shadows.
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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.
My kindred spirits love the ocean.
My kindred spirits stay in their truths.
My kindred spirits love coffee.
My kindred spirits know fear for what it is.
My kindred spirits can’t be tricked anymore.
My kindred spirits know when they’ve been served surrogates of love.
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"As above, so below, as inwards, so outwards."
Everything you experience in the outside world is a reflection of the inside world. All of the aspects of the Dark Shadows that are present in our experience are a reflection of the same presence within ourselves.
We have three options: we can keep mirroring it, we can shift the angle of reflection or shift our very physical coordinates in order to change what we reflect, or, the third option, we can cast a light in our inner world. The last one is the shortest way to getting an outer positive reflection.
Casting a light is done by following the natural order of things, and it means going through three steps: stillness, awareness, and love.
In stillness we suspend the rationale and need for ceaseless action as ways of justifying our existence, remembering that everything is life and that we a part of it, and that effort does not equal worthiness.
Awareness is the deeper understanding of the above.
Love is the vibration at which everything makes perfect sense, even without words or quantification.
The more we remain fixated on the outer reflections and wait for them to change, in order for us to change our attitude towards them, the less allowing of joy into our hearts will be possible. But the more light we cast inside yourself, and the more we focus upon ways to love and make peace with all aspects of our being, then the more you allow for those aspects, that we naturally seek in life, to become a part of our outer reflection.
So how do you cast a light?
You just take inventory of the things that you:
are able to do
and can do.
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Time. Words. Material. The abstract world is always stronger before it starts to die away.
We are structured light. Never finite. Always traveling.
Become aware of your inner map being a reflection of the whole Universe. Ask yourself: “how long can I go without knowing who I am?” We are eternal mirrors of each other, but reflections serve only as reminders that we also poses an inside world, and in it we speak all languages, we keep all dreams, we know all there was and will be. There are no secrets to the soul, unless you try to live substituting the mind to it. The heart knows. Always knows. Always knows.
Allow. Love your fears and they will grow into butterflies of hope. Everything transforms. And every intention, set or withheld, will pave the way of that transformation. That is the point of your ability to influence how your outer world builds around you. The many layers of this world are a reflection of all that we poses inside. Until we collapse onto ourselves and dissolve the fleeting structure that was meant to evolve, we have a choice.
We are forced towards ourselves more and more, with each sunrise, each revolving of this spaceship we’re on. From continents and nations, to the nearest places of need and grief, affirmation and connection, expression and pleasure, to our personal and collective spaces, our families, our children, we expand our consciousness, ultimately forced to asses the resonance of it all within. And we know all that would disappear in its perceived form, if for a while we would stop from breathing.
We started out as drops of water and stars dust, vibrating at the sound of light.
We are growing apart from our fears and illusions. Power is nothing, if not another name for Love.
We are the miracle threshold between the non-existent and memories.
All it takes is one tiny thing that brings you true joy. One thing to bring you a sigh of relief, because it reminds you of the wonder of the world.
Food For Soul:
p.s.: above are small jars of devilishly delicious cherry and lemon jam – just fresh fruit and sugar and a splash of water, if you ever wanna try them.
How the simple reflection of a light emitting object on an otherwise transparent surface can change the amount of light, thus definition and perception of the objects in that room. There are a lot of these in our own minds … But we are not aware of many of them yet.
We are constantly a sum of our past thoughts. At least that’s what classic physics say. Or we could be quantum, but haven’t yet developed a mechanism for being aware of that. Could we do something today because of something that happens in the future? Oh wait… All the time!
Past and future reflecting on the now. And you happening to be in the eye of the now. How can some people call this life boring, I have no idea.
Our subconscious mind eludes what we think we know.
How many times were our decisions based on what were only reflections of other concepts? Do we know and can we measure how many “glass walls” did a reflection of an energy wave, created by a thought crossed? Since every concept is a collective process to some degree, how can we tell we made a decision, or if it was made for us? Do we actually own any decision at all?
At least we do get to choose the amount of our former self gets to be carried on into our future self. Or do we?…
Sometimes we get the big answers by accident. I think the world around us is full of such accidents, if we look closely.