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…

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Can we learn from others´ mistakes?

There are obvious issues there. She suffers…yet despite her claiming differently, she’s afraid to let go of what’s hurting her. She maintains and constantly empowers the trauma by compulsive and relentless verbosity.

She reiterates the same scenario. She talks ceaselessly. Not a moment of silence.

Unless you let go of word-clinging, allowing a new space be created within, you’ll never have a chance to heal your pain.

Seeing is healing

No one can heal you as long as you cling to your false perception

We deal with our Fear through substitute gratifications

Why do we settle for relief rather than healing?…

The stories are eager to be told

Wish I could use both hands and feet writing different stories simultaneously 😛

Interesting image ha…? Julien Matei becoming a huge yellow octopus 😀

So peculiar: What hasn´t happened in years, happens in one day…In few hours really.

This day marks a clear end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one.

I wrote in my About section that I was never sure as to the truth of My Writing.

But now I am…

Everything I said is consistent. Insofar as it did work on me, inasmuch as whatever I wrote, healed me. And there is not some insignificant task I refer to, but a coming out from the worst delirious darkness, depression and unimaginable adversity.

I had the guts to believe and follow my My Inner Guidance against all odds. Against all Saturnian Solitude, abyssal sorrows and misunderstanding, I didn´t quit – as many would have done…

Yes, I am proud of myself that after these three long years of immense hard work since I started to write, it begins to pay off. Don´t think it´s about a book offer, money or material endorsement, oh no… – But a new space of great joy, radiance, generosity, calm and great sense of balance emerges both within and without me…An unearthly reassurance…An incredible elation…

So here we go…I say thank you to you all who through a comment or a good thought,
have directly or indirectly participated in this outlandish Odyssey!…

If I managed to “change” and transform mishap into great Peace and steady Inner
Flow, someone else can too.

WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER! 

The stories are joyously and eagerly bursting out, urgently craving to be told 🙂

Inspiration – the blessing healing us

Casey:
Sometimes I think it’s almost as if inspiration comes through us, not so much to us
.

We are simply the conduit for the expression of beauty that needs to be spread in the world. There’s healing in that expression of beauty for each one of us, in both the expression and the observation. It is truly medicinal for our souls.

Me:
“Sometimes I think it’s almost as if inspiration comes through us, not so much to us”- you say. You bring forth a very good point here.

When Inspiration comes, you have to be “there” to “seize” it. That´s a huge paradox – if I am to better explain the process, you – as an “I” entity – have to be absent, so this honoured guest – inspiration – can unimpededly move through you.

Thinking must completely stop. Also the very wish to catch it, can so easily disturb it. Inspiration comes from nowhere and heads to nowhere – it doesn´t have a defined purpose. Its only purpose is to be free, and you – the receiver and the conveyor – have to be free so that it moves and dances the way it wants.

This raises many questions marks. We are taught to faithfully stick to and live within the idea of a clearly defined I-ness. I-ness meaning eventually boundary, aim, endeavour. Let´s be honest, we are always on the pursuit of some gain, as we live within the confinements of our ego.

But as I said, ego and the pursuit of gain must go for inspiration to come. Meaning that inspiration being so free, it is both highly personal but impersonal at the same time. So – as you said – you don´t actually know if its gift is for “you” or for “someone else” – better said, the “you” in someone else…

Truth be said, Mind is totally uncreative. That´s why today´s “artists” – composers, writers, film-makers – have usually nothing to say, in that they create strictly from their mind.

I repeat: Mind must stop for the inspiration to be.

To put mind aside – such a threat, the most daunting thing for most people who waste their life being the prisoners and victims of their impotent mind. Yes – inspiration is stamped nowadays as a figment of a deluded fool.

For the record, years ago I met a concert pianist in London – he was more a piano playing machine that an artist – and when telling this pompous simpleton that I hear the music before I write it, he said – “you must be totally out of your mind”.

Imagine that…

He had a point after all – indeed, I AM OUT OF MY MIND when I create…or better put, when I am letting myself being created by this blessed power.

So how “personal” or “impersonal” am I…? – that´s the question.

There are many stories recorded when the Healer manages to heal others but not himself.

As for me, I am on the verge of totally healing myself, and so this healing may come to
many´s benefit in due time.