Journey of Discovery

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dance, dawn, discovery, drugs, friends, life, love, meditation, now, photography, poetry, reflection, Spirituality, travelling, universe

When we are given birth into this world, we are empty of knowledge, yet full of wisdom. With age, our families, society with it’s schools, employment, and structural programming of chaotic wants and neediness, start to teach us this and that. What time we have to eat. How to eat. What to dress. They try to shape us into something we are not. They try to make us believe that life is hard, so I have to be strong, tough, therefore I don’t have the luxury to feel cause I have to move on to the next thing, and next, and more, more…
The most magnificent journey we are presented with, is that of inner discovery. One that is limitless, where even the sky has no boundaries and the clouds are there to dance on. Most of us travel the Earth to get a sense of the sheer magnificence of all, others travel the dark corners of thought with drugs. Both situations isolate us from the chaotic world of social hierchy and false security. We realise that in Life there is no security. Life herself is a Goddess of insecurities. Through embracing that insecurity we become fearless. We enter a space of continuous newness…a state of godliness.
The unknown is always greater than the known. The known is limited by its own volume. The unknown doesn’t have volume, it cannot be contained.
Life is the journey of discovering one’s Self.

Negative + Positive = Negative

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family, friends, life, meditation, negative, now, photography, poetry, positive, Spirituality, universe

They say; “replace your negative thoughts with positive ones!” I say they are still thoughts. If I question the source of the negative thought, I will realize that I am. And what exactly is a negative thought, or a positive one for that matter?

For me going to shop with my father was extremely stressful, does that mean negative*?* Today I decided to go with him, because after reflecting on what I mentioned in my first paragraph, I realized that I was creating this negative experience for myself. Usually I used to go and all the while trying to think positively, and most of the positive thoughts that I brought up where; hmm I would do this and that… my room would be nice like that… I am on a sandy beach enjoying the Summer… I am in the Swiss alps enjoying a hot choc.

What – the – fuck?!! That is called future, not living the present moment. When I got over both polarities of thought, after today’s reflection, there were no thoughts at all. I am just, being! By suppressing the negative thoughts with positive thoughts, I was actually creating more thoughts.

They say; “you attract what you think.”

I say; “I don’t want to think! I look inside and see peace, love, and bliss. That is what I am, and that is what comes my way.”

P.S. I did enjoy shopping with my father 😛

Search… Death… Re-Birth

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dawn, death, drugs, family, friends, grief, life, photography, poetry, re-birth, search, Spirituality, universe

Since my childhood I searched for something. As soon as I thought I had found it, I would realize that it wasn’t it. I searched for friends, lovers, a family in my own enemies, than finally I found something! I found drugs who could numb my pain. But still I kept on searching till I got exhausted and a neighbour to Death. This dark lady took care of me and said; “It’s not yet your turn my child. There are yet so many things I want you to fullfill in this lifetime. Please go and recite to people that I am not to fear, for they have misunderstood, mispoken, and misinterpreted me. I love you my sweet child, I am giving to you the gift of re-birth and baptise you under my name.”

From that moment my fears lessoned, I accepted the mortality and frailty of my human body. Finally the search was coming to it’s end, for in the absence of fear sprouted in me Love. Than I knew, aah! It was what I was looking for, the Love that comes from within. A source of creation through creativity. A Love that is not needy or dependant on others or outside sources.

If I am searching for fire, how will I know that is fire if I have never seen one?
I might see forests burning and celebratory bonfires, and I would say;
“Wow that’s nice, but that is not fire!”
– Is it?

The ultimate practice – Life!

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drugs, family, friends, life, meditation, photography, poetry, Spirituality, universe

I could only see myself as a burnt eternal plain, where no seeds would fall and no flowers or trees grow, no river would dare to flow. Just arid fields of pain. Well, something must have happened some 18 months ago. Still I don’t know what. I know the factual events, but what triggered them, and the grandiosity behind it all, I still can’t fathom. I now am gathered around a fire that knows no end and no beginning, together with a number of friends that one can only wish for, coming from all walks of Life, some even from that same desolate place I roamed in. Some would call it destiny, I call it; “writing our own story, with a pen called Life, on a book named Universe.” When we open up ourselves to let all that Life has to offer, in her sweet and sour tastes, greatness happens! In that greatness there is us, the ultimate Soul, God – I am!

Today I surrender to the fact that Life can’t and shouldn’t be understood. Today I relinquish the so-called Spiritual practices like Yoga, chanting sessions, and even decreased Meditation, for the simple reason that, there is one ultimate practice – Life! All things point to it, the simple breath, the bird on the tree, the flower and the bee, tell me to enjoy this experience, to let go and let the morning Sun’s light, the shadows of the night, flow in and through me. For I am made off all this that you see, and more.

The Half-Moon told me; “I am what you can’t see.”

Birth and death. Death and birth.

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dawn, family, friends, poetry, psychedelic, universe

After some paint work and a nature walk in Gozo, rested a bit on our new DIY bed. When I woke up, a vision came to mind, a small clip of me entering the apartment, carpet on the floor saying;
“Welcome! Leave your clothes outside and hang your mind on the provided hat hanger on your left. Thanks!”
That’s what I did, and a couple of hours later I found myself surrounded with friends at a club on the seashore dancing to some mindblowing psychedelic music. Was a night to remember, where faces became painted mirrors, even the stars could not resist the temptation of changing colour in yellow, green and orange to come and dance with us on the dancefloor.

Sunday morning we gathered all around the sun as she woke up. Lullabied gently by the waves hitting the shore, I never saw her in such a vibrant purple sheets of cloud. She was telling us to sit back and relax, and watch her dance, dressed in bright feathers, tip toeing on the sea’s horizon, while our heartbeats bang on the drums. The breeze from the valley behind us blew through the bamboo flute, sending chills up and down our spines.

At the end of her flamboyant show, She said;
“Go home, embrace your families, make love to your enemies, hold tight to your lovers. You have just been born again!”