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What would The Great Buk think about all of that? Where would He put all of Them, if He only knows what I know; if He only feel the same anxiety? How far would He strip all of Their truths in front of Them and push Them down- instead of me? He wouldn't pull HimSelf up; (un)gratefully He would think about HimSelf as a different and maybe nod His head in irony of all that truths and stupid attempts to be 'Elite' idiots- if They only know what 'Elite' is ? He would maybe say to all that such thing doesn't exist; because They can't comprehend 'level' and can't imagine ThemSelf on a certain 'level'. He would shorten the story, before He continue toward depths who wouldn't be understood and They would be left there confused... Before going astray in Their heads ... Where, obviously- is a lot of space to wander around. in this cage some songs are born Where do all truths came from- for which truthfulness They claim it's true, but never seen with Their Eyes? Where do They derive all wisdom from- for which wisdom They claim it's wise, but never reached enough Time? Where do They absorb all the intellect from- for which intellect They claim it's intelligent, but never been used? Where do all Their ideas came from- for which ideality They claim it's ideal, but never been used for ThemSelf? Where do They dry up all of the Lakes of strong Love from- for which salubrity They claim it heals, if They're still ill?? Oh, fools... Even You and Me! Love is a drop of Water in the palm of Your Hand... They don't have Time for that, distracted with Their intellect... Stay positive! Alice.
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Are we there yet? Where are we going? How we get there? Where is there? What we can carry? Do we need to carry anything? What happens there? Who is waiting for us there? ... Just like children. With a lot of cargo to carry around...  And we are... Everything we want and need; we create ourSelves according to our wishes and aspirations... And that's OK. We are children; of our own Mind. What we see is what we already created inside our Heads. Outside is often very different place... To observe... To exist like that. Do others see us like we do? No. Why? Why do we care? Because it's not real. It doesn't fit. Others can see only what they have already created inside their Heads. That's why it's so important to 'grow up'? Why? I can grow, without 'growing up'- can You? What's the secret of immortality? One beautiful day, none will write about this anymore. -That's the secret. HOW?  I could be anywhere, anytime. Everyone can. We're all Time- travelers. But, being in the state of 'now' and 'here' is so difficult? They got us here and there; for this or that- they fixed us in places and situations and we can't get out! As mass observer I could cry for a days... But, I don't cry anymore... My tears dry on their own, I could say I lost it. -It's just a break, actually. I've been watching the same movie for a long Time... It was intentional- just to be sure. God knows how many people and ghosts I've met and talked to; looking for signs. And I was missing little things just like others. But, I knew what little things are- I could never lose that- it's in me- in every cell- pulsing in pain or joy. It's me. People write everything about everything, especially nowdays. Me also, but I always want to write about one particularly thing. NOTHING REALLY MATTERS. Can You feel it, just with saying these words? All the cargo we carry around and we just seem to be grateful for that? Sure, I adore my mistakes and my Emotions.... And my actions... I love my silent answers to Universe... But, it's cargo because we want that to stop? You can easily stop living if You want... Boooring..... Take Your responsibilities back! WHAT IS CREATING THAT KIND OF REALITY? WE. I can tell You how and why- but You know the answers. We all know, deep inside that that don't belong to us and we will change that, eventually. Life is journey, Life is destination- don't let that distract You. Don't let that grab You Life ! Only You can know where You begin all over and where You stop or end. Every version of You know that. Timing is important, but that doesn't matter if You're just living Your Life and breathe. Most of the things come to You at the right moment and even if we miss it, it will come back to You in other shape... We have huge issues with accepting things the way they are. Children of the Mind, Life is big circle. Wheel of Karma stops when we want it to stops. Think about it.  Stay positive! Alice. Many, many things... Things that we adore; that stare at You at night... Things that vibrate and send messages; things that scare us... Things that create us; prepare us; remind us... Things out of any material; things non-material... Things to do; to avoid; to run through... Many, many things... Things which we forgot; things to be found... Things that we keep; can keep us down... Things to let go and fly! Stay positive! Alice. ...I could write until the end of Time. How we cry and cry... I just love straight Lines in Chaos. My desk is one also, I draw some here , perfectly simple. Most of the Time, it really is just Yes or No; One or Zero. Is that reality we adore so much; it fills us? I'm not so sure about that. That reality makes me empty. There, I'm Nobody. I'm Zero. "Remember, remember..." and all that stuff... I absorb Energy and transform it on the way out. That is maybe only touch I want to have with that mass-created reality... Because I know what Impulse is capable of; it makes You alive. One blink of an Eye can transform Your perception and it actually can happen even faster we perceive or breathe in. Is that so unimaginable that we are Beings who can live forever, just if we try a little harder? Are You sure You can walk this Line? I'm not. What would You say to someone hanging on the cliff, or on the edge of the building? That everything is going to be OK? Not really... When something dies, something is born. None can stop that. And we still blossom in the Dark and rarely someone is willing to turn on the Light. We walk in Fear and we imitate to survive... We obey in every aspect. We play other's games and we Love it... I understand that I could find some piece of Peace somewhere, but I really already tried... It haunts me... Same patterns, same disorders, just like we are with disorder to see, feel, hear, smell, taste the Air... Or the ground... We're so amused being off our Beloved; being in Center- no matter who gets hurt... And we cry and cry, until the end of Time...  "Good people don't need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find way around the laws." Plato  In Libra we was, in Libra we are. In Balance We Trust. Disappearing for a minute in our Lives , like the Moon, matters the most. In that moment we think we don't exist, but in intercosmic reality, we existed for that minute, fully... How? We drank all our Knowledge (Experiences) from one cup and spitted it to another- very clean one; clean from Reality we thought we're living in. And, it wasn't even so bitter we thought it would be. Why? Dark Ages crossing by, before our Eyes, very clearly. Mad World is crying for us and we're crying for It, too. In gloomy passages, we maybe didn't see all the signs, maybe even didn't find right crossroads, but Light gets stronger You can even feel It in the Air. Every acknowledge we made is our Truth we seek for so long. Our Hearts got stronger, You can feel It. What about that feelings? Wasn't that the goal; to make World to feel? And She feels, Gaia... That never was questioned... She creates Life where nothing was, clearly showing Us what we're missing. Little Impulses. Consuming World got us occupied. ...I could write until the end of Time. How we cry and cry... I just love straight Lines in Chaos. My desk is one also, I draw some here , perfectly simple. Most of the Time, it really is just Yes or No; One or Zero. Is that reality we adore so much; it fills us? I'm not so sure about that. That reality makes me empty. There, I'm Nobody. I'm Zero. "Remember, remember..." and all that stuff... I absorb Energy and transform it on the way out. That is maybe only touch I want to have with that mass-created reality... Because I know what Impulse is capable of; it makes You alive. One blink of an Eye can transform Your perception and it actually can happen even faster we perceive or breathe in. Is that so unimaginable that we are Beings who can live forever, just if we try a little harder? Are You sure You can walk this Line? I'm not. What would You say to someone hanging on the cliff, or on the edge of the building? That everything is going to be OK? Not really... When something dies, something is born. None can stop that. And we still blossom in the Dark and rarely someone is willing to turn on the Light. We walk in Fear and we imitate to survive... We obey in every aspect. We play other's games and we Love it... I understand that I could find some piece of Peace somewhere, but I really already tried... It haunts me... Same patterns, same disorders, just like we are with disorder to see, feel, hear, smell, taste the Air... Or the ground... We're so amused being off our Beloved; being in Center- no matter who gets hurt... And we cry and cry, until the end of Time... How madly You wanted to scream, so that whole World can hear You? Hear the Truth. Such powerful feelings got us here... To scream. To mute. To feel, finally , Piece of Peace.  What should one artist or writer do when Words fail? Fail in its meaning? Usually, we create something different, which is incapable to talk, but it has so much to say. That's where all Magic happens. In our colors, which paint the World. Between the Lines of obvious, we seek and call our beloved, through the Universe, similar and haunting, willing and also seeking for us. The same. And we never care for acceptance, but it's there. And there's a little Impuls we're haunting and that's haunting us back. Meaning. But, not of the Words itself. In the Silence we meet. And talk. And find Balance. In us and in the outer space, somewhere in between. Where nothing is and everything becomes... Just like the Moon. Namaste~ Stay positive! Alice. |
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