Vad kyrkan och prästerna har skadat oss genom tiderna…skadat kvinnan, och därmed, oss alla…De här jävla korkade idioterna som uppfann helvetet, skulden, straffet…som kvävde livet för att omhulda en impotent lära…

Skuld, straff, helvetet…Det finns inget sånt…Det är grymma påhitt för att hindra människor att leva.

Det finns däremot ett ofantligt jävla mysterium, LIVET, som uppstår ur så märkliga bevekelsegrunder…
Livet…:  den gudomliga kvinnligheten, som måste igen få det förtroende och upprättelse för att skapa nytt och sant liv inom oss…


Life, at an ultimate level is poetry. It is a strange and wonderful array of connections which are totally illogical. Everything coexist in an incredible interference…

Can someone enlighten me…?

How can you reach people when they choose to live behind the bars of their self inflicted prisons?

Running away

We are busy running away from ourselves, living our life (in fact, “dying” our life) through others. Hence the idea of ​​exacerbated possessiveness at the level of relationship. You are important, because through you I feel fulfilled, you are the reason of my happiness.

Wonderful love, don´t you agree?


Suntem ocupati sa fugim de noi insine, traindu-ne viata (de fapt, “murindu-ne viata) prin altii. De aici ideea de exacerbata posesivitate la nivel de relatie. Tu esti important, fiindca prin tine, eu ma simt bine.

No disscociation

You can´t dissociate Knowledge from Being.


PS Never tell this to the academic world 🙂

Our wonderful prison

It is unbelievable to see all these people searching for contact and communication. But on-line, never in real life, oh no…
Everybody is checking their Facebook account no matter if they are lonely in a café with laptops, or travelling by subway with their smart phones.
The phone has become smarter and smarter, and the users ever more retarded. Not knowing anymore how to behave freely, people have forgotten how to handle another person, what to do in a real contact.

They all yearn for contact, BUT ON A DISTANCE. “Don´t you dare approach me”, that´s the tacit message you get.

Freedom is always on the internet, because real life feels nowadays like a perfect prison.


När man inte vågar leva, kompenserar man detta “icke-liv” med längtan.
Längtan – denna upphöjda förbannelse som står så högt i kurs hos människorna – är således förödande, om man dessutom inte finner nåt uttryck åt den…

Strange occurence

This is really a crazy coincidence :

Sometimes in April this year I met a singer Peter T. He needed a pianist for his opera ensemble. It was a nice encounter, but for different reasons, we never started to collaborate.
However, the same day when I had met him, my friend Eva called and we talked about this and that. I told her among other things that I had met this guy Peter.

Peter T.? she said mightily astonished.

It´s weird, she continued, he is the ex-husband of my sister…I couldn´t help smiling. Of all singers in Stockholm I bump into Elsie´s ex-husband, Eva´s sister. Such a small world…

Three days ago, I thought of Peter. He is a man with a deeper understanding of life, it´s very interesting talking to him. I gave him a call and we decided to have a coffee yesterday 11 p.m.

Around 10, I received a text message from Eva. I will reproduce what she wrote :

Hello Julien,

I was listening this morning to Peter T. on Youtube singing Min älskling du är som en ros by Taube (a swedish composer).
I thought it was really good.

This is too much, I thought for myself bursting into a crazy laugh. Damn, of all existing singers and musicians in the world she listened to Peter…not only that, but sending me the message that very morning when I was to meet him…She had no idea about our rendezvous and besides, she has no contact with him anymore and I hadn´t seen him since our first encounter in April…

If this is not a strange occurrence, what is…?

That´s for sure, things are connected in such a mysterious way, so you realize you have no clue to anything…

WHO (or what) makes things fit together like this…?

And why…?

On fear

“If I think too much ahead, I become terribly frightened”, ” mörkrädd” she said.
In this case “ahead “means future, right?

In Swedish, “mörkrädd” means literally being afraid of darkness. So, we transpose our inner darkness on the “future”, for what lies “ahead” of us. But this “ahead” exists in our imagination only…The future is completely neutral, it has nothing to do with our fear.

We are afraid now, let’s admit this, for it is logical and quite obvious: we refuse to deal with our fear, we are scared like hell of our inner darkness.

Why do we keep projecting our fear onto the future?… instead of beginning Now
to carefully explore this dilemma, namely, our fear …