Luftbahn

Maybe I am the reality myself. Through me the world becomes to be. Or through the world I become. Sometimes I reflect on the nature and processes of being. Is it my free choice, or are we being guided? Are my choices really my choices? I hope not, I do not wish to bear the consequences of choice-making. Or maybe I would rather choose and evolve with the learning opportunities it gives me. But the notion of time adds a fear perspective to all, how much time do we have to err until we achieve perfection? Do we have eternity? 

I closed my eyes. February passed quietly by my window. What filled the room was only air. There was nobody else. No one I could see… 

Or maybe there was more to this room than just air. In the end, it is the room of probabilities and possibilities. All could be happening there at the same time as nothing happens. My question was more towards: how am I participating in all of that? Am I an active creator, or only suffering from God’s transcendence. But I guess it makes no difference in the end. 

I am a firm believer of the power of creativity. It resonates a lot with free will, it is the aspect of us which defies – while manifesting it – the natural law. Because it is impregnated with the unicity of our own kind. It is the thing only you can execute, in that way, you are the only one. Only through this gift you have, through the execution of your creativity, the All can be expressed. It needs you. It needs your creativity, your authenticity. Even though it seems crazy, it is the way it is. Please add your personal touch to the world. In whatever way it comes to you. It is by attuning to your magical abilities that you co-create in the infinity world of possibilities. Do NOT let reality pass through you – feel it – and participate. 

The room had a funny smell, and the clock was showing no time, I knew it was February, only that. Sometimes I let myself be overwhelmed by the time. Is time a concept derived from eternity? Space is probably just the form, a way in which matter organizes so we can experience the sensorial. But time seems a real thing. As I continued to look the clock, it still did not show the hours. I think the temporal lapse we experience is just a fragment of our reality. Outside the boundaries, not so relevant. 

Somehow I feel there is an abyss between what I live and experiment and the real world I cannot access. How should all be interlocked? How should all be in God’s mind? Maybe I am that cell that connects everything. 

Individuality. It is easy to feel isolated and estranged. Locked in that room, I was alone and far from finding my place on a group. This is also sensorial, we are connected. But we need the material contact for our joy and growth. By avoiding contact and seeking isolation, we may be disrespecting our essence of integrity. We all have our own authenticity and purpose, that needs the other to be expressed – or at least perceived. We need the dynamic energy to bring positive change and forward movement. 

TRUTH must come to pass. Because nothing escapes justice, our creative efforts need to be in balance with our surroundings. And that is basically by respecting the other’s free will and necessity of singularity. When by showing our talents we need to oppress someone else we are walking on twisted paths. Do what you have to do, but be aware of its consequences. 

Once more, I try to locate myself in time – by looking at the clock – and still no time was there. I realized I was also lost in space, for the room I was in was in fact a CAVE. I started to look for the way out, maybe a bridge or portal that would take me to that room in February. But it was dark and wet. By a small hole I see there is light outside, and green leaves on the trees, it is now summer somehow. As I finally find the way out, it happens that I am back in that room. I also need to leave that room and encounter the world outside. As I go outside that room I find myself in an even bigger place, a very large house. As I leave this house I see I am in a fenced garden I also need to look the way out. I am always on the search, and the search is in the end our objective. The goal of our search is the search itself. 

And our search is individual. Our findings are objective, as well as subjective. It all comes from one Truth, but many are the ways. The infinite ways allow us to be – who we are, as unique and as creative as we are. Do not let yourself be carried away by mediocrity – add your brushstroke to the world: see what happens when you live and not just observe – perceive reality passing through you, as you realize reality itself.

They made me go down crooked streets

So they could pretend to have control

And made me believe I was going right

When in reality I was seeking delight – the light

From Fool to Mage – I was everything

Listening to my calling, so was the dream

But when I try to gaze forward 

… – Just silence – no word

Tell me if it’s really like this

Cycles and circles – no glamour

In front of me just an abyss?

I jump – I escape – dizzy and lazy

I agree – you can call me crazy

Let’s pray we never forget:

         We are more than just liquid asset