Who am I…? Who are you?…Writing as living the True Story

Most people on this planet have no idea Who they are – that is quite evident…That because it´s no one there in the beginning of our lives to guide us towards self-knowledge. Instead, we are all relentlessly turned into some depersonalized instruments to serve a faceless existence.

Writing for me is unraveling myself, finding out Who I Am. Understanding myself. It is my weapon in this peculiar and perilous Odyssey of self-discovery. Indeed, writing is about deconditioning myself from the bullshit imposed by my family, school and society.

And in this process of inner questioning and self-examination, I naturally find that my
inherent Meaning has been there all the time, but wasn´t discernable for my perception.

No, I couldn´t see myself, as I WAS A STRANGER IN MY OWN LIFE.

When I think of it I am overwhelmed by sadness.

For so many years, in fact, all my so-called life up to now, it was not me living, but other people´s nightmares – huge and chaotic generational pain, others´ dire unfulfillment, in truth, my ancestors un-lived lives were howling inside my soul, those hoarse voices calling themselves “me”…

These blind and inertial complexes quashed my sense of self – my sense of a meaningful relation with the true Me. In the last months such outlandish and ruthless battles have taken place BOTH WITHIN AND WITHOUT – these delirious forces having incredible power to manifest so-called outward events.

These forces are what we call “destiny”…- that´s the most difficult thing to fathom.

THESE FORCES´ INSIDIOUS AGENDA IS TO KEEP YOU AWAY FROM THE TRUE YOU – from realizing who you truly are.

Nobody wants to face or acknowledge the truth in its overarching depth – I was totally on my own in this abyssal dispute, with no one beside me. I seem to have made it – so far. Fact of the matter is that after such a combat either you crumble or you come out alive – that is, enlightened. It would be preposterous to claim that I am enlightened, but, the very fact that I came out alive after these battles, points to that direction – Illumination.

Know that to retrieve your True Soul, your Inward Meaning, is the most difficult task in this world:
To individuate. To become You.

Unless you want to live someone else´s life, you will have to take this initiatory journey back to Who You Really Are. Who you truly are is life´s highest meaning. If you find your immanent Meaning you have found the living source of Creation.

You have to start telling your True Story. And in this sense, Writing is your torch in the process of self-discovery, your only weapon in the combat of the inner and outer darkness.

Not more. Not less.

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A prompting insight

Ego´s greatest fulfillment is to invariably deceive itself.

HAPPY TIMELESS YEAR!

You might not know, but January comes from “ianua” which means door, entry or prelude in Latin.
So since thousands of years we still celebrate what the Romans considered “the beginning”.

Why are we still celebrating according to their Calender…?
Why obsessively and uncritically reiterate this legacy?

However, I do not know about you, but I have never had any fulfilling or memorable
New Years Eve.
Every year the same nuisance – I never manage to bring together people I like,- as
everybody has a different agenda, everybody is celebrating “elsewhere”
so you either end up with people who you have no real connection with,
or prefer to do nothing at all. None of it is satisfactory…

Since I started Mirrors of Encounters, I have “met” some very nice souls with whom
I share the same wave of vibration, and with these people I would have spent this
special(?) evening.

I feel like wishing you all A Happy New Year, but as I do not ascribe chronological Time
any sense or significance, I am in a bit of a dilemma – I cannot wish anyone something
I do not believe in.

To be perfectly honest I do not believe in anything but THIS MOMENT as
– again – ONLY THIS MOMENT IS REAL.

For the record, I am in Bucharest celebrating this evening with my girlfriend and
two very good-looking but lonely girlfriends of hers. Kind of weird,
I feel a bit spoiled. 🙂

That being said, I wish you all A HAPPY TIMELESS YEAR NOW!!

Let us forget linear thought and measure at least tonight!
MAY WE ALL FIND THE TRUEST AND MOST FULFILLED VERSION OF OURSELVES!

Clouds without rain

“A promise is a cloud – rain is fulfillment.” I love this Arabian proverb.

If you think it over, we mostly live in the clouds, this seems to be our share: everyone is the cloud of another cloud. Promises everywhere, each of us is the promise of another promise.

Everywhere, lofty but life-devoid words, books, lectures, magazines – all this non sensical intelligent written and talked crap which is to no one´s benefit. Promise, promise, promise…

Can´t we stop fooling ourselves…? Let´s face it: the stuff we write, the books we read,
the way we live…- we are like scattered clouds that never bring the longed-for rain.