Pastafarians, or those who carry a pasta strainer on their heads, believe that we all originate from pirates. They also believe that climate change takes place because the number of pirates has gone down, and they even have statistics to prove this. 

As I was feeling the full sweetness of my world in my rocking chair this morning, I realized the pastafarians were both right and wrong, just like people in general. They believe we used to be pirates, but actually we are still pirates, and that is why everything is messed up and we are about to destroy our whole planet, and surely ourselves at the same time.

Space is the expanded room where everything takes place and everything is. Space is in you, even though it is momentarily delimited by the shapes, cells, and atoms of your body,. Space is where all your experiences take place and where you are. I am in the same space, also defined for the moment by the same physical racial, cultural, religious and cognitive borders of state. Only in space are we one, you and me, all one.

Since hardly anyone in this world of deprivation feels they have got enough money or love, those basic elixirs of life, we use power to gain and control both of them. In this way, we govern relationships, families, associations, companies, parties, municipalities and kingdoms, as well as those transnational corporations and organizations that have power over all the others. All of them are led by people who yearn for more love, money and power, because they are still governed by their own black hole of lack. They have not got enough!

I am the fullness of eternal life, the holy field of universe existing only in this present moment and everywhere. I am aware of the paradise, which once began the creation thus: In the beginning was the joy that sang and created…

I have traveled a long distance in my own illusions of lack, and fought to get from my peers all that I believed I was missing. I’ve longed for love, or what I am, ultimately. In my illusion of separation I have longed to be replenishment through another human being, though her body, her mind and her love. I have mirrored my own imaginary separation to those others, and thought that I could get from her or him what I feel like missing like the softness of a woman, the hardness of a man or something else worth longing. I have aimed at the moon in the sky :)🙂

Who are you? Are you really your name, your family, your race, your religion, your nation, your history, your genetics, your sex, your fame, your misery, your money or what?

We live in a pick and choose world where everybody gets to form their own particular avatar for this game called The Human Life. We get to choose anything and whatsoever from the list above – and even beyond it – as our own in order to try to win in this desperate game of survival. But does anybody really ever win this game, or do we all lose it everytime we jump in? Read the rest of this entry »

Whether you are my neighbor, my beloved, my postman, my mother, my father, my daughter or my son there is just one message I wish to convey to you. You are loved beyond all the petty feelings, thoughts and emotions to the contrary that you can ever think of. You all full and holy, wholly loved in spite of all the experiences of the past that you use to maintain your belief that love is not true, that you are not lovable. You have never done a thing nor has anybody ever done anything to you that could ever take away the love that is carrying you in this forever moment of now. You are forever blessed, forever one with Life Itself carrying and maintaining you right now. That’s it! Read the rest of this entry »

Once upon a time I read about a man who could make clouds in the sky disappear at will. I was intrigued by the trick and tried it out. And quite soon I was able to choose a cloud and then decide to see through it, which led to its disappearance within a minute or so.

It was like a party trick that I was able to teach to my son as well. But I also felt that it had a deeper meaning or truth about how to face the clouds or shadows of my mind. You need to see or acknowledge the shadow or the fearful memory in your mind, and only then can you decide to see through it or ignore it by focusing on the sky or the mind that gave rise to it. The clouds, shadows and fears are always temporal, but the sky or the mind as their source always remains. The trick is to choose where to focus, on the eternal truth or on the illusions flashing by… Read the rest of this entry »

Oh no! Not again! – How many times have you been in the grips of feeling of having done or chosen something bad, wrong or defective? How often have you been taken by a sudden onslaught of utter desolation, by a sense of having made an irrevocable mistake? And then reacted to it by trying to annul or quit whatever you had been doing or experiencing at that time whether it is a relationship, a job, a course, an ideal, a deal or a company?

Only to experience that same sinking feeling again in another time, with some other people and in some other circumstances… That’s the original sin! And I just learned where it originates and how we can deal with it, to face it so utterly and clearly that we do not need to repeat it anymore. Are you in? Or are you out because these words awakened that feeling in you and you do not think that you can ever face it? You rather choose to keep on escaping and repeating, escaping and repeating… Read the rest of this entry »

For some time it has been obvious for me that our world is ruled by teenagers in adult disguise. Everybody has been caught up by the black and white, good and bad dualism of a teenager desperately trying to become an individual or something different from his/her parents. Everybody is a teenager in spite of their actual physical age, young or old. Everybody is easily ruled as a reactive mass of people governed by and through their fears.

Everybody is doing their best to better, richer and more impressive than the other. Everybody is trying to be a special individual in a flock of teenagers fearful of not being accepted by others of their kind. Everybody is trying to become something special in their own particular way and all of them end up being the same. Everybody is miserable and unhappy whether they are hiding behind the shiny veneer of success or the shoddy demeanor of failure. They are all the same. Read the rest of this entry »

My wife was diagnosed with breast cancer when our daughter was six months old and she died three days before this daughter had her seventh birthday. All the while she was fighting to live, and still moving towards death, I kept telling her that if she gave herself the same love that she gave to her students and the singers in her choirs, she would definitely be able to heal herself. Her dedication to her work as a music teacher was of such caliber; she just gave all that could be given in any situation, she was wholly loving.

But she was never able to love herself like that. It was as if the love that I could observe while she was working was not really for herself. She may have felt that she was not worth it. And for a long time I was really angry at her as she in my eyes refused to help or love herself. Only when her health really deteriorated some six months before her death, did I fully accept her choice not to apply her love to herself and to die. We both accepted it and found the long sought peace in our relationship. And then she died. Read the rest of this entry »