The Magus

He had an otherworldly perfume. Such enchanting scent, reminding of sweet incense…
He stood beside me as I was smoking my cigar, and out of the blue he began talking to me. About vibrations, chanting, arcane music and archaic wisdom. How to still the brain with different sounds. But also about women and what a real relation entails…All in all, I couldn’t believe my ears. I had never seen the man before…
To give you a clue, an encounter reminding the one The Alchemist had when he met The King from Salem…
Such information he conveyed…I won’t say more…Except that the lofty scent he exuded still lingers in my nostrils…

About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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