I need something strong that I can build new hope upon. Ain’t it a lonely feeling, talking about my and me instead of we and free? So many voices shouting, so much noise. Hear the contradictions fly. Telling you to lose your individuality. Don’t spend a lot of time thinking about these things. We don’t […]
Can human beings lose the density of their conditioned mind structures? Can they defy the gravitational pull of materialism and materiality and rise above the identification with form that keeps the ego in place and condemns them to imprisonment within their own personality?
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake, coming back to this life from the other more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world where everything began, there is a small opening into the new day which closes the moment you begin your plans. What you can plan is too small for you
If the seasons of life match those of nature, then in my life—it’s spring.
Creation is teasing and revealing itself to me as if for the first time.
If I am to believe in culture, this must be a delusion. Wishful thinking. Midlife crisis.
But no—it’s not.
Your thoughts aren’t just thoughts. They are the script. And if you don’t write it, you’ll spend your whole life acting out a role you never chose. No life—just survival. No freedom—just a loop.
Fitting in is all downside. There is no salvation in conformity, no point in turning yourself into a product. The same-same-game masks the God in you, and the world loses the essential, cosmic puzzle piece that is you.
