Wandering Wonderer

I spend too much time thinking. Not enough time doing. I wonder about this world, in ways that don’t fit with my normalised life. I’d like to be a wonderer, a person paid to just sit and wonder about everything, imagine anything and write and create the whirls of wonder that travel through me. I…

The Gut Wrench

Sometimes the only gut-wrenching we do is the gut wrench we do to ourselves. Through inaction or misguided action we can feel that dreaded dread, we can feel mistakes, things that were not supposed to happen. Learning about our true inner self by deep self analysis can show us that there are no mistakes, only…

Binary brains

The brain is an electromagnetic machine. It is not that different to your computers of the future. It’s just made of different material and carries as its executer, a consciousness that we may call the soul, the higher self, the id. When we fully understand the brain, our perception on life itself will change. Spirit…

The illusion of Chaos

​A car crash on the A9 is the perfect example of elegance. There is no chaos. Its all just a matter of perception. Carnage!! Scream the headlines.  Elegant order, whispers the Universe.  Looking at the world, it looks chaotic, but everything is in perfect elegance. Two souls perfectly aligning their vehicles to clip bumpers at just the right…

Breathing Moments

​I was told once that true enlightenment can be caught in one single moment, that stillness exists and can be found in the small spaces of stillness between each breath we breathe.  And they say if you can empty your mind completely, if you can find that true place of stillness, because it is a…

Magicians

​Humans wanted to return to their dreams of the past. The age where the senses were still in beautiful harmony with the physical world. The age that your ego projection dreams of is the earliest age we have a full enough data bank to re-create a time long once past. A world we long feared…

Eyes of Three

There’s always this nagging feeling. Like my whole perception on life takes place inside a giant dome and our eyes can’t see round it. Unless you become enlightened or eat some ayahuasca or begin to die. You would develop the third sight then. But for now if you want the super sight for longer than…

The Voice

I believe: My outer self is a humanoid, a reflection of a person. It gets anxiety over miniature stuff, you know, things that never become disastrous. Yet I crumble as a human because I begin to believe my ego-voice. Everyone hears The Voice. It’s what keeps us tied to this crule world walking pavements of…

In lak ‘ech

I am you and you are me. Our Multidimensional Me’s. I am another yourself.