Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Become intimate with your own Life



 “(...) to be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight.”

- E. Cummings -

What words would you choose to describe your own Life?
What do you want from it and what do you make of it?

In an ideal Life — a life of purpose and deep fulfillment — we make what we want to experience exist. In an ideal life, time is not short, neither are the pleasures that deeply fulfill our soul. In an ideal Life, our longing for direction is attained, we find our private North Star and no matter what storms might stand threatening us in the horizon we know what our original path should look / feel like.

“Here, on the edge of what we know, in contact with the ocean of the unknown, shines the mystery and beauty of the world. And it’s breathtaking.”

- Carlo Rovelli - 

Life just can't be explained or understood. It is told as a story in a private circle and felt by its audience. We are stories makers, and the stories we tell ourselves, and retell to others, make us who we become, and in a seemingless timeless repetitive continuum wave, we endure the questions each story leaves unanswered, as well as what perhaps is the heaviest thought of all, the idea of our own mortality. 
We all wish to live, well, we wish to live while there is still the desire to challenge oneself and understand more... But society tells us otherwise. We are told that is selfishness, childish to follow our deepest dreams, dreams that are only ours, that only we can feel the truth in them. Society asks us to live in a rush, without second thoughts or uncertainty.

Well, stand brave and dive, for it's not a selfish at all to feel passion and pleasure. Indulgence is the antidote to the fear of being alive and, in a soul centered mind, indulgence can actually become the fuel for your most generous contribution to the world.

Unshelve yourself, and experience the world as if for the first time. Don't let anyone tell you how old you are, and what is expected from you. Stand alone if necessary, but stay honest to the only person you will forever follow, yourself.

"The true and durable path into and through experience, involves being true … to your own solitude, true to your own secret knowledge.”

Seamus Heaney -

In our sanest hours we can feel there's no barrier or contours that separate us from the rest of the world, we are part of everything, everything is weaved together, so why is it that too many times we feel these deep crevasses that hurt our relationships with others and their ideologies? In one word, absence. Absence of space, time and quietness to appreciate life and love.

Living life following others speed for lust can sound so overwhelming loud inside our heads, to the point that the Ego feels hurt, neglected, and the storyteller that was shining in enthusiasm, stops caring for the words that are being voiced and confusion is installed, joy is lost. 

Absence of faith, of love leads to hopelessness. Love is what gives meaning to Life, and to love, one must build a deep intimacy with oneself. How do you do that? Stand brave and follow your own sense of fulfillment, fill yourself with belief and jump, tell an amazing story of yourself and become.

“In his youth Albert Einstein spent a year loafing aimlessly. You don't get anywhere by not 'wasting' time - something, unfortunately, that the parents of teenagers tend frequently to forget.”

- Carlo Rovelli -

Dream, ask what if? You won't be wasting time. By trying to see further than the norm it's natural to feel confused, we are unaccustomed, but don't give up and follow your intuition, we are all capable to adapt to new versions of ourselves. That is what should be called to grow up. To expand. We know so little and yet we are part of the infinite. 

Saturday, February 18, 2023

Time and Space Synesthesia

It wasn’t that far from where everyone I knew existed. To make it simple, I lived in a very small village out in the hills from nothing. The cave, yes, I will be telling you about a cave, a hole in the rock hard stone, that existed not that far away from everything I had seen.


My mum gave birth to this body that today represents me. People recognise me with this particular shape and in their social politeness they say hello, or we ask each other how life is going. In a very simple way, we show that we care about the complexities of being alive and try to help each other in sorting out the whys and the hows of this enigma called living. 


Because sometimes I don’t want be asked questions, or hear any repeated answers, I walk myself to the cave, that silent hidden hole in the rock hard stone that surrounds the village I was born in.


At first there’s no silence, for I can hear my own breath from the long uphill path that one day I dared to explore. Once my breathing rhythm is set back to normal, I can still hear the thoughts that I carry inside my brain. Gently I start feeling numb and the stillness of that dark hole in the rock hard stone that surrounds the village, begins to engulf the who that is to the world and I finally just am. “To be or not to be”…


We can ask questions to each other, but what if I told you that there’s a part of you that is watching you asking those questions. In the cave, I can feel that outside part of me. It feels as if the shape that forms my arms, legs and face, just dissipates into an ocean of colours, movement, maybe sounds… and I become part of the rock that surrounds me, and I don’t exist anymore, I’m not anymore, I’m everything and everything is me.


The cave, a black deep hole in a rock hard stone.


I’ve heard others talking about the weirdness of the place, and by simple conjunction, the weirdness in me for disappearing so many times in it. At first I tried to hide that choice and desire, that I could feel very strongly in my chest, but with time, more than weary, I started feeling dissociated with other’s views of my choice to be engulfed by the beauty of the deepest silence anyone could experience. The cave was more than a place, space or choice, it was me. I was the cave. The cave was me.


The walls were humid, but it wasn’t cold. The space was dark, but the light of the sun reflected on the water that gently slither along the abstract forms of the walls. It was if the shadows, and its opposite, the light, were dancing around me. My skin could feel that energy and my entire being was immersed in the most pure manifestation of wholeness. I was one with everything, everything was me. I was one and the One was me.


Beyond any polarity I am. Going deeper and quieting what I knew it was just the mind, I became that cave, in the rock hard stone and I found the light in the darkness, and I was no longer my thoughts, I was the entire experience of living.


As a black hole, which is said to be a pure gravitational field so strong that its own energy sustains its existence, I am the cave, the cave is me, you are me in me, I live in you. As massive stars that collapse to an infinitesimal point and leave their gravitational fields behind, we are all intertwined, with all there is, there was, there will be. Dare to visit the dark cave in that rock hard stone, and expand or contract into One.