Who would have ever said that the day of awakening would come, a day in which 20 years of illusion would suddenly spill over into the just one single thought: “It was all just a rehearsal”. A trial version, with extended expiration date. But what is it compared to time in which infinity is a unit of measure? The shades make a difference, but sometimes they are so hard to spot.
There is so much to talk about, that even ten books wouldn’t be enough to describe all the adventures of a deceived mind. Adventures that never really existed outside of the twisted world that a mind created itself unconsciously assuming the role of God. Oh, how exciting!
Now, who to blame? Maybe all those strategy video games played during the youth? Or all those weird stories from the favorite movies? Or… Who cares?!Forgive yourself and be thankful for the lessons! At the end, soon or a later everything gets into the place. And you… You would never come this far without them.
Do you sometimes have a feeling of missing some old days and things that used to take so much of your energy in the past, things that used to make you nuts before? Sometimes I miss those long drives to the work by taxi cab and all conversations that I used to have with my Inner Self on our way from one part of the town to another.
leaving no memories all along the street autumn silence
Playing the hide’n’seek with the Inner Child, my thoughts made the strangest mix of all passions I ever had. A shyly whisper in my head said a term I have never heard before – Symmetrical Self. My Mathematician was absolutely astonished – transformation turns a double S into the perfect infinity sign.
Blue Moon peeks through the blinds and the power of now is losing control.
painting nature in gold you waste colors in vain, autumn
Between what has already happened and what is yet to come, the pages of an abandoned blog flash like the sparks in a starless night. It’s really not difficult to identify myself with the once written sentences, considering that I am my own favorite writer.
autumn evening thoughts are louder than the ticking clock
Despite my countless efforts to present the Moon as wonderful as I really see Him, my Virtual Moon denies our connection and refuses to cooperate. For those who are wondering why I see the Moon as a male, I will just say that we all have rights to create our own inner worlds.