A strange meeting

She was there in that big hall, trying to meet her mentor, in the exact moment when everything started. So almost couldn't believe it when one man started to say that everyone is hostage of the National Front and the semiautomatic gun was pointed toward her.
- Hey, what are you doing, shout a blonde girl with a polka dress at him, giving her time to slip through time and space. Checking the next day newspaper in that line of events, she could see that she was somehow destined to die there. Hard to understand, as she was not even supposed to be in that hall, at that exact time. Meaning to solve that paradox, she went back again. But this time nothing happen, no man, no gun, no hostage.She could see the blonde girl leaving the building five minutes before everything was supposed to happen. Something is not right. Back again before the blonde girl left the building. She went to follow her, and at the end of the 5th Street she managed to put a hand on her shoulder. The girl turned back and looked at her. That is me, she manage to think. And the explosion tore up a hole in the fabric of our universe itself,

Word of the day 24/10/2014

“I awoke only to find that the rest of the world was still asleep.”
~ Leonardo da Vinci

More money than you can dream...

I start lately to study the market, shares and dividends, mainly because i wanted to be rich. What i learn confused me at first, because almost everything that we learn about money growing up seems to be wrong. Second, because as the people who achieve success  often in their life said that we don't need to be rich, we need to be financially independent. And this seems to be a fascinating subject. Because to be financially independent you may need an amount of money, that could be different from one person to another, depending on your aspiration, place of living etc.

That is enough for today. I will come back to you about this subject after i will achieve my objective.

Heaven to Wudang

Reality is emptiness, emptiness is reality. Emptiness is no different to reality: reality is no different to emptiness. In the same way, emotions, ideas, logic and consciousness are emptiness.
Therefore all experience is emptiness. It is not defined. It is not created or destroyed, impure or free of impurity, not incomplete or complete.
Therefore in emptiness, there is no reality, no emotions, no ideas, no logic, no consciousness; no eye, no ear, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind, no form, no sound, no smell, no taste, no touch; no no vision up to no mind leading to no consciousness; no ignorance, no end to ignorance leading to no old age and death, no end of old age and death, no suffering, no origin, no end, no path; no clear awareness, no attainment, and no non-attainment.
Therefore, for Bodhisattvas, there is no attainment; they abide, trusting the perfection of wisdom. With nothing to cloud their mind, they have no fear. They leave delusion behind and come to the emptiness of Nirvana

(Heaven to Wudang - book three of Journey to Wudang by Kylie Chan)

The princess of the midnight ball

This is for all the women who did not know yet that inside of them is hidden a wonderful princess, who cannot wait to have the eyes wide open and look at the beautiful world that is around us.

You walk slowly, with no hurry, along a river, on a countryside road. Yours bare foots feel the warmness of the soil, and the heat is flowing inside, making you to forget that dark grey days, in which you just close yourself to the people around you. When, suddenly, in front of you a fairy materialize. Her ethereal wings amaze you. Her eyes, sparkling and full of clarity, are looking at your deepest feeling. and the wand in her hand have iridescent violet light with strange yellow sparkles.
 - You gonna be late if you are not getting ready right now, she said
And you turn around and notice a carriage drawn by six white horses. And you have now splendidly woven sandals, a long red dress that give you the feeling that you float when you are doing a pirouette and a tiara of precious stones that sparkle discreetly, but not as much as your mysterious presence.
And here you go.  In the distance you can see the lofty towers of a castle. You dive in the soft pillows that are around you in the carriage, and watch. Once close enough, the footbridge creaking slowly descends and you are in.  Note carefully how the courtyard is full of people who are looking at you with admiration when you get out of the carriage. A showman escaped the oranges used to do tricks, after he looked just once in your eyes. You are the most beautiful woman in the whole castle, and you know it.
You step into the ballroom, where princes and princesses are dancing a dance so familiar to you. A young man approaches and is recommending himself:
-I'm Prince Charming. And I want to ask you to dance. Can I?
You accept. And you can not fail to notice that your dancing partner has all the qualities you've ever admired at others. In his arms you slide easily, carried by the waves of music. Everyone stopped and look at you two whispering each other . That they have never ever seen anything more beautiful, and more enchanting. You dance like this would be your last dance. Notice how the clock is showing almost midnight and you remember the story of Cinderella . No! You cannot have it all vanishing now. It would be unfair. You continue to dance, moving surrounded by the loveliest music you ever heard. And the world is yours. Enjoy it, and you are proposing to yourself to not ever get besides the small pleasures of life, without being free to enjoy them all. And suddenly trumpets sound.
An announcer shout:
- His Majesty the King!
An old man with white hair, the image you had as a child about Santa Claus, or the grandfather that you've always wanted. The announcer comes near and talks to you. He say to follow him, and that's what you do.
- I declare you the winner of the homecoming ball, says the old king. And all the people start to applaud you . Is what you expect, is what you have always known. And in that moment, knowing the joy that you share around, the breathtaking beauty and femininity that you always have it , you close your eyes, to keep this moment forever in your mind. Open your eyes slightly and here you are  in our day by day world.
Remember this feeling, being ready to evoke it every time you become insecure of you and your own qualities.

How i met your mother!

- Daddy, daddy, please tell me again the story of how you meet mom, said the little sleepy girl.

- Ok, my angel, i will tell you but you need to promise me that you will go to sleep after that!

- I promise daddy, she said smiling.

- Ok then. I was coming from the gym, trough the park, along the river. I was just touching the the surface of the feeling of the trees, a happy dog was next, and after that i was just feeling the people around me, enjoying a nice sunny day of September...

- You are an empath, right, daddy?

- Right, angel. Let me continue. I was enjoying the other people feelings when a girl come straight to me asking: How do you do that? I tried to read her, i feel her warm, focused and amazed. How i do what ? i asked. How you copy the exact aura of different people around you? I did not know that i was doing that, it is the first time to hear, so i presume you can see auras, no? Aaaa! I tried to say something to sound very scientific and important, but i was totally lost in her shiny black eyes. I had no words left.

- That was mum!

- Yes my dear, that was mum.

- What is an aura?

- An aura is like a field of energy, invisible to most of the people. 

- But not to mom.

- Exactly. Now close your eyes. Is time for you to sleep.

- It is. You know i keep my promises.

- Ok my little angel. Good night!

- Good night, daddy!

Note: Empathy is the ability to read and understand people and be in-tune with or resonate with others, voluntarily or involuntarily of one's empath capacity.

Apocalypse now!

Hey! You!
Why we need to forget about ourselves?
Why?
Even if our toothpaste is without fluoride,
we do not remember anymore
how it was
before our eyes stick to the
screen of a smartphone.
It is sad that because
of a virtual world,
you can't see the sunset.

( All of us can be heroes, but sometime we need to go outside, in the real world, even just to admire a little flower.)

Winter time?

Those beautiful snowflakes
are hidden now in the mud on the side of the street.
But we will always remember,
and never give up.

My wage

I bargained with Life for a penny,
And Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening
When I counted my scanty store;

For Life is a just employer,
He gives you what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why, you must bear the task.

I worked for a menial's hire,
Only to learn, dismayed,
That any wage I had asked of Life,
Life would have paid.

by J.B.Rittenhouse

Phrase of the day - 14.08.14 - no comments

''This is our great sin, that we are not thirsty for more, we are happy with the remnants, that why we have such a great fear of ridicule. Not only that we don't give as much as it was supposed to, but we take less than what is offered to us.''

Mircea Eliade

Crysis moment

it is so cold outside

my heart is frozen

- probably because

of the Chinese zipper 

who could not resist

to the moral high ground

so many masks 

so many peoples

trying to hide around me

and i forget

moral high grounds, verbal surround

one amethyst hanging in the corner

one rose alone,

one soul of dog catcher

nothing is too good for us,

no wing grow on our back,

no horn either

we are empty, just us..

About love

Love is not about finding the perfect person, but to learn to see an imperfect person perfect.
Sam Keen

No Nonsense!

-I was a genius once, he start the conversation.
-I know man, i was a genius too! Long time ago, before a lightning hit me and make me normal. The opposite of an super-hero, i could say.
-So you know how it is. I tried everything. Yoga, meditation, bio-feedback. Nothing work. I decline a bit every day. Sorry, what was your IQ?
-178. Yours?
-212 at age of 7, now is only 142.
-Oh yeah, if i think about i had 178 first time i test me, at 18. I do not know what is it know, but i feel it too. Is a bad thing to wish to not be ordinary?
- I heard about samadhi tank in London. I wish to try it. But i think will be expensive.
- I've seen some offer on internet. I think is 45 quid per session. 90 for 3 sessions.
-Hmm, could be alright to try it at least once. Do you think it work?
-Probably, at least for a while.
-Oh, i need to leave the train now, this is my card, you have my email there, contact me sometime.
-Ok, unless i become an evil genius and try to conquer the world.
-Yeah, then i will be obliged to stop you.
'Next station is in Farrington,  you can go out on the left side!'

Teach me now!

I was working as usually, washing dishes in some restaurant in the town centre of Manchester. I do not know what happen, but lately i was not myself. Like something was missing. I think that all started last month when i had a holiday in Peru. A magical place, and what's more interesting, in one of the boat trips in the rain forest we meet a bunch of unusual locals. They called themselves The Lost Tribe. For two days we stayed there. In the evening we gathered together around the fire. And because our guide could understand nomatsiguenga dialect they spoken, he translated for us their stories. A beautiful oral tradition, speaking about our place in the world and our mission in life. They even had their shamans, and next morning i was talking with them for hours, about healing, about plants, about changes and many other things. It was fascinating to found about Camu Camu berry regenerating properties, the lipstick tree - annatto, used as insect repellent and sun protector, Clavillia, cocoa tree, Glaviola fruit, the sacred Icoja bark that can teach you how to heal yourself, Sangre de Drago and many, many others. I could not stop to ask again and again about all this knowledge, that probably will dissapear when the rain forest will be no more, Yavari told me, complaining once again about the massive deforestation. Sadly, we were on the schedule, and we left next day. After we wish each other well and said our goodbyes, one of the old shamans looked at me and I was gifted with one satchel, trying to tell me something. "Put some under the tongue, before you fall asleep!" our guide translated. I look inside and i could see some green and brown plants powder. I thank them once more.And here I am, two weeks later. As soon as I came home i tried the Peruvian remedy. First time was incredibly, and i have no words to describe the experience. At the beginning is was like a shock wave, expanding with me in the centre of it, and i become aware of my house, my town, the entire region, planet, solar system. Maybe this sound like a 'cliche', but I was becoming one with the universe. I could feel the tree in my garden, every being from my city, with their worries, inner thoughts, secret dreams. A rose flowering in my parents place, 2000 miles away. A camel drinking water somewhere close to Abu Dhabi. A child crying in a fast train close to Tokyo. I've seen the events before they happen, only as an intention. I could feel the grass from Anfield Road. Time was there and was not, as i could see stars born only to die a second after. Big Bang, Expansion. Contraction. And after that another Big Bang. I cannot describe This. Like i was aware of everything, like I was becoming the Universe. And next thing that i know, I was asleep. Day by day, a could not wait for night to come. And here we are yesterday, the satchel being empty. I feel like a genie without his bottle. I feel normal, if i can define this as normality. I feel limited, existing only in this place, at this moment. I cannot find my place.
- One vegetarian sandwich, please! You need to wake up, mate. I'm hungry! I could hear a voice behind the counter. I look to the blonde girl in front of me, in her twenties, Tesco uniform. I see her name tag, I read the name and i could not stop laughing.

Who am i ?

The mightiest of the gods come over me, His trident sliced my own time, Leaving me only that tiny moment called present, Hidden between past and future. Blue was the half moon in his hair, And my heart suddenly remember That I am Him, and He is me. I'm home again.

How to find the perfect girlfriend - day 1230

Nothing yet. I don't know where to look, where to walk. Nothing happen in my world. The colors are missing and everything is grey and dark. I couldn't find my light. Who know who is Light Yagami? i could ask. I have big plans. I want to change my workplace. The 15 years of night shifts are taking their toll. I will maybe change even town. I am thinking to move to London. To take my yellow belt in some obscure martial art. To have some savings, in order to buy a house. But nothing else maters at the end of the day, when you just switch off the computer and fall asleep alone. I will keep going. As long as i could. See you all in some brighter day!

Dreaming

I'm dreaming about a time
when my dragon was still flying
when the fairies where around
my house, talking with the birds

What i am dreaming about?
I.

Sphinx

 - Grandpa, tell me another one of your stories! Please!
I was looking at the little man, my nephew, age 12, already member of Mensa.
 - This is a story from the time of the Old Kingdom, the story of the Sphinx. I remember like it was yesterday. The majestic statue was just finished, by the order of the Pharaoh Kafra, son of Keops. His face was bright red,symbol of life, his Nemes yellow and blue, symbol of eternity and rebirth. A wall surrounded him, to protect it from the wind of the dessert. In front of the Sphinx was a circle of 24 stones, like it was in Stonehenge, and a gate. At the time of the Equinox the sunlight went between the stones, through the gate, over Sphinx shoulder, showing the secret entrance to the Room and the Secrets, in the pyramid of Kafra. That was the only time when you could open the door.
- How was inside, Grandpa?
- You want to know ? You could go inside, a corridor begin, neverending candles in your left and in your right, small recipients of glass, having a small sun inside them. The room was magical, i was one of the few allowed to go in there, being a priest of Ra. The Eye of Horus was there, a magical portal where you can see anything, in any place or time. We used to look for Isis, the goddess that told us about her rebirth under the strange name of Joanna Southcott. We never found her. But let me tell you more about the Sphinx. Centuries passed. The wall was now destroyed, and the Old kingdom was only a legend. A new pharaoh, Thutmose, dreamed that he need to restore the statue of the Sphinx, and he will rule the Egypt once again. He restored the wall and the front legs. Is year 2600 b.C., and the New Kingdom appear. 1200 b.C. - greeks tried to restore it again, but nothing can stand before the sand and the Time. 600 years later the Romans see it for the first time, they reinforce again the front legs. That was the last time somebody tried to restore it. Napoleon army tried to shoot the nose, already destroyed. And i was there, every time, to witness the decline of my ancient world. I am the last man to belong to the Old Kingdom, a spell gone wrong made me immortal. And i heard this. The old stories said to us that the world will end when the Sphinx will be destroyed. Is 5000 years old now. And still counting.

In the February 2014, 200 years after the prophetess Joanna Southcott give to the Bedford museum, part of the Panacea Society, a sealed box to be opened after 2 centuries, 24 bishops meet for this reason. An envelope was there, with the message " For the survival of the human race". But when they opened, the paper inside the envelope start to crumble and become dust. Nobody will ever know what was the message.

The end