Real friendship

We are totally immersed in duality:

Friend – Foe. Love – Fear. Near – Far.

Freedom on the other hand, has no opposite. Neither has real friendship.

That unchanging friendliness is Love…

It is difficult, if not impossible…

…to befriend those who are unwilling
to look at and explore their life.

A living person can never befriend a living dead

A Chapter of Friendship

This is Komal´s post which I reblog. I just love her words here:

“There were no words, there were no fears, among the passing hours of our days together a silent exchange of trust was taking place. Who would have thought that these feelings of safety and trust we shared would one day plant the seed of friendship? As time, patience, understanding, and acceptance were invested a flower of friendship started to blossom. We pulled out our books of life and started reading each page to one another. As each secret, weakness, and strength was revealed a new chapter was being written creating a legacy of memories.

Dear Friend,

Thank you for teaching me to trust and believe in myself.  Always listening in tranquility,  you never judged my past nor question my today,  The acceptance and concern in your eyes always diffuse the fears I hold inside. Thank you for restoring my faith in humanity and enabling me to be the person I am today. Your friendship has been the key to my growth and the foundation of my success.

A chapter of your friendship has been written in my book of life.”

Inspiration: Best Friends’ Birthday!

You cannot befriend people who refuse to befriend themselves

Are you living, or is your life being lived by default?

Here´s the deal:

As long as you don´t take the journey INTO your soul, into your very specific deepest core, where your true being is, along with your talent and vocation, you will live somebody else´s life.

Unless you plunge into yourself, you will fall constantly pray to other people´s whims
and fears, you will fall victim to others inflated image of themselves.

Unfortunately, that is a fact of life:

People love their superiority, even in cases where this appears to be different, people are in love with their own image. They are – as you might know – interested in themselves, and not in you.

That´s why true friendship and communion is nearly non-existent in our day: as
they never go inside of themselves, they all identify with the superficial layers of their
I-ness, feeling thus insecure and therefore trying their best to dominate you.

Love and true friendship can ONLY exist where there is courage to delve wholly into
one´s true nature.

So delve and befriend your true Self.

Relations, whishes and deliberateness – why certain people make it and others not

I have a friend. Her name is Lili. She is not the most beautiful or most unattractive woman around. In fact she is fairly good-looking. Tall, gentle, elegant, she kind of stands out. She is well-educated, you can always have a sensible discussion with her. You can feel though that she has some kind of emotional issues. You can almost sense her sadness. Perhaps, due to emotional uncertainty, she can be at times rigid, not cold, but somehow rather distant.

Being a teacher, she is well read. She is up to date in psychology, she is acquainted with books about personal growth – kind of stuff.

Her 73 years old mother, is a lady of the old. Rather harsh, she is the kind of opinionated person, friendly but rather bigoted, she knows nothing about books or “self-realization”.

She finds intellectual pursuit superfluous, a total waste of time.

Anyway, to come to the point of my story, the husband of the “iron lady” died some three years ago. They had been married for thirty or forty years maybe.

Two months after the funeral, still in the period of “grieving”, she told Lili that she is not going to accept being by her own, that she wants to meet another man. Believe or not, one month later she had met mr. Paul, – a widower around her age. This man appears to be a reliable, practical man – EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID SHE NEEDED – and they still are together enjoying each others company.

Now, this happens in Romania where the mentality is very restricting and obtuse when it comes to elderly widows finding another partner. How they could meet, God knows… – like many other elderly people in Romania this woman doesn´t attend to any social activities, she doesn´t have a circle of friends, she is either home or going to the market.

Lili, on the other hand, has had one bad relation after another. After her divorce from a total irresponsible dork, for the last ten years she hasn´t been able to find a decent man. She bumps into all kind of weirdos, uninteresting men of no integrity who use and take advantage of her. Despite her reading all these Books of Attraction and “self-realization” stuff, her emotional life is a flop after another.

She claims that her most ardent wish is – of course – to find a man for a meaningful relation. The fact is that the more she tries the worse it gets, and she becomes gradually more and more unhappy and frustrated.

To make a parallel with a male friend of mine, again, this man is sensitive – maybe too sensitive – honorable, very special, but since his divorce 8 years ago, although he expresses a clear wish for a relation, he is still by himself becoming more and more restless and puzzled.

My question is:

How is it possible that these two persons – Lili and my male friend – despite being two nice and special people don´t ever seem to find a suitable partner, whereas Lili´s mother – a simple, uneducated, not particularly charming, rather uncouth person – decides to have a man, and finds him…?

What is the mechanism behind this?

It seems to me that everything in this life is about Clear Intention. Deliberateness. Again, Lili´s mother asserted clearly that she wanted a man and she got him. Whereas Lili and my friend state clearly that they want badly a partner, but never find one.

WHY DON´T THEY FIND SOMEONE? Now comes the most uncommon answer:

BECAUSE DEEP DOWN IN THEIR SOUL THEY DON´T WANT A RELATION. It is obvious – their subconscious opposes flagrantly their wish.

Can it be so that behind their “struggling” after a relation, is in fact another obscure reason which they don´t manage to see or verbalize…? Can it be so that both of them somehow hide and don´t have the right relation with themsleves…and cannot admit this…?

It happens also to me to want badly one thing, to realize that it was not that particular thing I yearned for, but something else!!…But to discern the real motive behind, takes an incredible strength and ability to scrutinize yourself. The ego refuses to examine himself, and the more book knowledge you have, the more cunning the ego becomes, sabotaging you constantly till you are ready to really look within.

To “know” something is hell many times. Many intellectuals´ life is a total fiasco. Sometimes – like the elderly lady – it is better to be less “emancipated”, with other words “single-minded” but deliberately aware of your ardent wishes.


PS Guess who just phoned me just one minute right after ending this post? Lili, of course. We haven´t talked in almost two months. If this is not telepathy I don´t know what is…

An answer about friendship

We define ourselves through the relations we have. Friendship is sacred, having a good friend is indeed a precious treasure.

“It is not easy figuring out who is a friend and who is not” you say, and this is a vital fact of life:

If you wanna be a good friend to someone, first of all you have to be your own best friend, and then discern vigilantly who is loving you for the sake of love, and who is “loving” you for his own interest.
After many blows with people who were seemingly friendly, but only interested to take, I have learned to be awake, trust my perception and be my own friend above all.

It seems that only when you are your best friend, you seem to recognize genuine friendship.

A good one from a friend

Everyone comes with a baggage.
Try to find someone who loves you
enough to help you unpack.

A place of boundless inspiration, joy, motivation and togetherness

I started Mirrors of Encounters in October 2010. In February 2012 I had 3000 visits. There were between 10-40 visits a day. Some days there were none.

Against all odds, although many times it felt a rather meaningless task, I didn´t quit writing. I didn´t quit my dream that it is possible to create a New Togetherness, a new contact between us, a new connexion.

Wasteland is lurking every second. Wasteland is the Death of expression, depression, alienation, regression,  compact and indiscernable nothingness really. The “struggle” against its “prerogatives” – absence, immobile darkness, despondency, chaos and separation is huge. During this time I felt many times like being on the verge of total disintegration, only few steps away from being defeated and irrevocably wiped out by these evil forces. Very few know the gravity of this unaccountable process. It was unspeakably lonely, if I were to tell anyone of this combat with these dark forces, I would have been considered a crazy fool.
Being so dead, the average man no longer can see Life in all its cosmic reality; reality for him is nothing but a cheap charade, so how can such a man have any understanding, empathy or interest in this kind of process he would take for absurd madness…?

As I said it before, word was my sword and my life buoy in this fight. I write out of this urgent inner necessity to defy this monstrous absence and darkness, I write cause I hate stupidity and intellectual sloth, this is my only way just now to keep alive.

I write because I see things others don´t see or pretend not to see. Many of the things I write about are not in the sphere of “my competence”, but someone has to take the trouble to verbalize what humans are afraid to formulate. I try the best I can… many times I manage to hit “the right chord”, many other times “I strike wrong notes.”

The funny thing is, that even when I was wrong, I was right, cause I was not interested to be right. I am not afraid, but learn from my mistakes.

As I said, at the end of february Mirrors of Encounters had 3000 visits here. At the beginning of March, I felt how I reached some kind of inner break-through. It was the point when I felt I managed to break a hole in the thick body of Darkness and collective Fear.

I began to feel a new Joy…I began to feel involved in whatever was around me…my perception was new…clear…transaprent. I began to see details no on else would consider…Yes, I began to feel the relief of escaping the iron grasp of the wasteland. Life, in all its beauty and splendor was now beginning to unravel her beautiful shining countenance…

This enhanced state of peace and clarity has grown in me day by day, especially in the last 10 days reaching incredible heights. This feeling could have been just another illusion but it was not.

Literally I began to see that my presence was permeating everything around me. One good point is that from having 30-40 visitors a day, in the last for days there have been 95, 155, 177 and 212. Exponential growth. In May I had 3000 visitors, as many as I had within a year.

I had written good posts before. I deliver good posts now. The point is that it was not the posts in themselves which attract all this amount of people, but THIS VERY INNER BREAKTHROUGH, this new feeling of great peace, clear vision, joy and stability which is the beginning of a life in dignity.

With your help, Mirrors of Encounters becomes more and more a place of inspiration, well-being, swift connection and truth. A place where energy is flowing and flourishing.

THIS ENERGY CREATES UNTHINKABLE WONDERS. You will see…Let´s walk a while and we will witness this together!

We are each others yearning! This energy is not mine or yours. It is ours, our birth right!


Trust me, this is the beginning.