The rose

RoseThe demons came and destroyed the town. It was once on its way to being a prosperous vibrant city, but now the village sat in perpetual darkness. Not even the moon came to provide light. The town was filled with run down buildings and people, had an awful stench, was plagued with disease and crime, and the land was completely barren.

The villagers loved their town and put up a fight against the demons. They did not fold easily and they did believe all along that the demons could be defeated. “God stands on the side of the well-intentioned and loyal” they told themselves. And they sincerely believed it to be so. The villagers used every resource they had in the war. They sacrificed life after life. And though they did cause damage to the demon army, it was miniscule compared to what the demon army had afflicted onto the people. It slowly became clear that there was no winning the battle. Continue reading

Being human

native americanI want to howl at the moon and run with the wind, roar at a lion and make fierce love under starlight, drown in fall leaves and lose myself forever in the scent of a flower, laugh maniacally with my insanity and sob uncontrollably in my grief for years. The civilized man has lost too much. He no longer cries without reason or spits at the Gods unapologetically. He only does exactly what he is supposed to, when he is supposed to do it. He is embarrassed of his humanness, wishing rather to be a machine, much more neat and defined. He no longer expresses his truth absolutely without shame or laughs brazenly at the idea that anything within him can be wrong. He does not see the value in gut-level expression, but rather prefers regurgitated socially approved propaganda. He no longer looks to himself for his answers, nor has he the courage to admit to himself what are his true questions and passions. He lives a shallow life lacking brutally honest reflection, and instead he strives to live within the parameters others have set to meet the checkpoints that they have imposed. He embarrassingly defines himself with meaningless credentials and labels, while denying everything that is magnificent, transcendent and essential within himself. Continue reading

The devil inside me

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The biggest lie the devil ever told me was that there legitimate reasons for me to be unhappy. When people speak about God or the universe, they love talking about angels and light – and demons and darkness become a second cousin of the absolute, far-removed from what we imagine to be the guiding forces that control our life. But demons and darkness are a part of God too – and if we are to reach our highest selves it is important to understand the monsters that exist whose sole mission is to prevent us from achieving greatness.
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A dissolving reality

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The wind’s blowing – thoughts. The wind’s blowing – physical sensations. The wind’s blowing  – emotions. The wind’s blowing – beliefs. The wind’s blowing – ideas. The wind’s blowing – identity. The wind’s blowing – daydreams of the past and future. There is flux and change everywhere and on the most subtle level I am grasping, searching for permanence – an assurance that if I move my pieces wisely I can make things just right in this unsolvable puzzle. In a world where nothing is the same for even a nano-micro-second – I am screaming for some sort of reliance and security. I am a leaf being blown in an unending windstorm telling himself that through his will and efforts he can calm the insane weather. Continue reading

Love yourself right here right now

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I will allow myself to be human. I have no demand greater than that for myself. If I feel pain, I feel pain – no more, no less. If I feel joy, I feel joy – no more, no less. I do not resist, I do not fight, I do not struggle to make things right. Why is it not enough to experience my life just as it is (with a hint of curiosity in the background whispering, “Ah, so this is what is happening right now? This ‘incarnation as a human thing’ sure is fascinating.”)?

I do not need a destination. I am sick of my desire to arrive. Where am I arriving to? There is no place for me to go. For every time in my life I have arrived, multiple new paths have emerged immediately. If my feet are tired, I will rest. If my heart is singing with curiosity, I will walk to where the music leads me. Am I to keep track of my successes and failures as if I am a character in a video game? Hogwash! I am so much more than that – I am a human! There is love and pain and laughs and tears and confusion and wonder and everything else in between. I have no desire for you or anyone else other than to be what you already are – right here, right now. For don’t you see, you are already an incarnation of God and no matter how many points you gather it won’t make you a speck more divine. You follow your muse and I shall try to capture the winds that call my name – and if we intercept somewhere in the middle, share a few drinks, talk about what we’ve learned, laugh, and tell a few scary stories – that is beautiful. Continue reading