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 :)🙂