The Soulful interview

- Will you be good? 
- No. I've been "good" for long enough, feeling afraid of being unaccepted.
- So, will you be bad?
- No. I've been "bad" for too long, afraid of appearing weak.
- What then?
- I will be truthful. Feeling content with it all.
- You are hired. You can start from now.

At peace

I was a seeker of Peace,

condemning all violence.

But time, after time, I suffered in silence.

All that was darkness, I tried to avoid.

But he was attracted to me like Space to the Void.

And then came the day I grew tired of searching.
I stopped in my tracks, and started observing.

Come, Mr Anger.

Sit down, Ms Shame.

  He felt endangered,
She suffered of blame.

We cried all together,
We healed and embraced.

For together is better,
And together we stayed.

The riddle

While outside the Ancient Temple, the curious boy was peeking through the open door and asked himself: ''I wonder how many candles do I need to light up so that I might see in that darkness?"

There's only one you need to light,

Said a passing gust of wind;

There's only one you need to find,

For all the rest will keep you blind.

Remembering

You are Love,

But Love knows not.

Love has forgotten itself.

In the mother that holds her child,

Love tries to remember herself,

We call it care.

In a father beating his child,

Love tries desperately to remember,

We call it violence.

In the jealous lover bounding himself to his beloved by tears of fear,

Love forgets itself,

We call it attachment.

When Love remembers,

It embraces everything by letting go

We call it freedom.

Love, then, blows with the wind

And shines in the Sun

It gives itself up,

And receives herself, totally.

Love knows no boundaries when she remembers.

The Love that comes out of a comma,

The parable of the prodigal Son.

Remember,

Remember,

Return.

The face in the mirror

Somewhere deep in the mountains lies a mystical Temple.

A Temple unlike any other, filled with love and union, understanding and courage, true power and camaraderie, bliss and compassion, joy and acceptance, and the ever-lasting peace that the sincere and hungry heart is always searching for. No wonder that so many seekers around the world are trying to find it.

And so it happens that one day someone reaches the Temple, tired and thirsty, after a long and hard journey. A relaxed, attentive and smiling old man is watching from the above doorsteps.

Welcome, says the mysterious man, offering a glass of sparkling cold water to the thirsty traveler.

Thank you, says the traveler. And while drinking the precious water he gets a taste of the Divine.

Is this it, asks the now refreshed seeker.

Indeed, it is, the home of the Soul. We’ve been waiting for you, says the old man in a honest but playful manner.

The wind is blowing strong, pine trees are bending over while listening to this unusual conversation.

How much do I have to pay, asks the traveler, while searching his bag for his precious golden nuggets.

Well, says the doorkeeper, if they are of great importance to you, you better leave them all. And then he started laughing. The traveler was unsure of what to think, but shared in the laughter also.

I’m just kidding, says the doorman, we’ve got plenty of those inside the Temple. There is one test you will have to go through. 

The atmosphere turned quiet. From behind the closed doors, he then brings out a big, covered object.

Now then, says the old man while uncovering a big rounded mirror, this will serve as a test for entering the Temple. The mirror was perfectly clean like the mind of the old man who now had a big smile on his face. You can enter and stay as long as you wish, but only after you gaze in it for 5 minutes, he continued.

But of course, says the now enthusiastic traveler, not realizing the magnitude of the moment.

I must look in it for 5 minutes? That’s all? 

That would be all, the doorkeeper smiles and nodes as if he had seen this countless time before. I will keep the time, he ads and then proceeds to arrange the mirror.

Finding himself in front of this big mirror with reddish wooden frames, the traveler is curiously looking at the small inscribed text on top of the frame “At every turn of the road, you’ll face yourself”.

When you feel ready, says the wise looking old man.

I am ready, comes the somewhat hurried response, and the seeker’s gaze falls in the mirror.

The mirror started reflecting happenings from his life, childhood memories, dreams and even people that he no longer remembers. It reveals faces and places he loved, brothers and sisters he left behind.

One minute passes, but time and space became irrelevant for the traveler. He smiles at the sight of some childhood memories, and laughs at others. His heart is crying with joy when the mirror reveals one of his most prized memories;

While bathing in the river as a child, he used to have a now forgotten connection with nature. He was lying in a stream, face up, gazing at the clear clouds above him, and had no worries on his mind. The water slowly carried him downstream and the clouds were blown by the winds in the same direction. Time and space, mind and place, they all connected all in and around him. Such was his joy, he had no words to describe it, only tears to honor it. And so, the traveler cried tears of joy.

Three more minutes, the doorkeeper announced nonchalantly.

The beautiful images, the clear sky, and wonderful feelings started to change. Nostalgic and fearful images were taking their place. The traveler’s heart began to shrink.

Memories repressed, dark and mean things that were done by him or to him appeared in the mirror. His failures and shortcomings were all revealed one by one. Nothing was being hidden. Afraid and helpless, the traveler started to look away from the horror.

In the mirror, look in the mirror, said the old man. There are two more minutes, he added.

Now, everything that he ever loved appeared in that dark vision. Everything and everyone he ever cared for were present, and they all screamed in great pain while falling into the abyss of his darkest fears.

Despair, the traveler turned away in despair. No more, he shouted, no more! 

Are you sure? Asked the doorkeeper.

But the traveler was already running down the mountain as fast as he could, turning his back on the Temple and everything in it in the process.

You can come back anytime! Said the wise old man, having only the pine trees there to listen. And then he turned towards the mirror; I told you to be gentle, we only get one in a thousand.

I'm here only to reflect, said the mirror.

Personal Heroes

When in the darkest of times, the loneliest of times, or just in times of need, we find someone willing to lend a hand, and help us in spite of ourselves being overcome by doubts. When we find someone who will gently listen to us, or provide a friendly and thoughtful advice, or someone who's presence will inspire us in some important way, then we will know that we've met a hero.

No cape, no costume, no super powers, just the sincere willingness to help or assist another human being in times of need. This is to them, our own personal Heroes.

These are the people who we think of even years after meeting them. Some of them are life long friends, while others can be just a passerby in our lives. Some might be long gone even before we were born, but their message and essence reached us through their writings. Some of them have flipped a switch inside of us, and we were finally able to see and understand. Some of them are light bearers, and are always there, long life companions, providers of clarity. And with others, although we've never met them in person, we get the chance to follow them on twitter and instagram, or see them on their youtube channel and that is wonderful.

What do these people have that gave them the power to stir our waters deep and shape our character? Is it clarity, is it authenticity, is it truthfulness, is it passion, is it kindness and compassion, is it a combination of those, or is it something else entirely? This is a question that each of us has to answer individually.

I remember a great deal of such people whom I met along the way, I keep them close to my heart and in high regards. One of them influenced my life immensely, and I shall call him "W". I met W while I was at the borderland of adolescence, W was older than me with 6 or 7 years. I remember how after a game of soccer with him and some of my childhood friends, on our way back home he spoke very passionate and highly about religion. Now of course I grew up and made my own decisions and view about this subject, but that is not the point of discussion now.

What was important and stayed with me for so many years was the way of discussing a subject. The way he was dwelling into a subject and analyze it. Deep thinking on all kinds of subjects, trying to understand some particular Dogma, or some people and their actions. I was amazed and attracted by this skill of his that I did not encounter (or recognize) up until then. And although I was not actively participating with arguments in the discussions, I was curiously listening and asking questions. His way of being and thinking influenced my own way of being and approaching a subject, trying to understand the motives surrounding a certain subject and see the bigger picture, more than anyone else. For this I can be forever be grateful.

Other people might have other heroes, each with their own personal ones, and this is how it should be. What a wonderful thing to have the honor and privilege to have met such people along the way, and what can be even more wonderful is that we have the chance to become such heroes ourselves.

Whoever they may be and wherever they may be, let our gratefulness and appreciation reach them even if only in thought.

Community Living

This year, 2017, was the year when I definitely decided to take a path of my own, and deviate from the plan that was laid out for me by society. I call it the year of experimentation, because in 2017 I took two big and important decisions for myself.

One: Me and my girlfriend moved in a house together with 7 other friends (baby included), so that we learn how to live as a community.

Two: I decided to give more energy to my personal projects like trainings and facilitating in non-formal education, writing and just enjoying life in general, and because of this I started working part-time.

In this article I write shortly about community living, and about how things are so far down the road.

                                       Night fire in our back yard garden, while celebrating the birthday of Maria. (House member)
Decision

I vividly remember how, before moving in the house, we were asking ourselves "Do we really want this? Do we want to give up personal comfort and personal space to live with others? What if it will not work, what if we won't get along together? What if..?".

The "What if" mentality can help, but in this case there was no easy choice. There was no way to see the future, only some possibilities. And so we decided to take the leap. The leap of faith.

I had a very interesting dream that night of a giant serpent that was shedding of its skin, and I understood that It was time for me, as it was the case of the snake, to shed of my old way of being and move on. And so I did.


We left our cozy apartment, our comfort zone, our life in two, for something bigger but yet unknown and risky.


Present 

We now live with these wonderful people, in a rented house. Were we have a beautiful garden from which we get to eat fresh vegetables, and in which we sometimes stay up until late night gathered around the fire (or candles, because it's hard to get firewood in the city) and talk about life.

The community dynamics are especially interesting, because each of us has its own needs that must be meet, we all have different jobs, from engineering to psychology, freelancing, trainers and facilitators and working from home. But all in all, it works. We can have the privacy when we need it, and we can also have companionship when we seek it.

Living in a community also means sharing. We learn to share our belongings and our food, but we also learn how to share our knowledge, and in this way we learn to live more efficiently. We all have our input to the group, and we all benefit because of it.

The house and the garden demands responsibility from the group, and it's definitely easier to maintain them for a group, than let's say a couple or a family. We share responsibilities, and it's easier this way. We learn that shared responsibility is important, we all have our roles to play, and such is in a healthy family, group or even society for that matter.

Of course that we also encounter obstacles. Like that one time when a group member decided to move from the house, and we had to find someone else suitable and wanting to live with us. Or other times when we had disagreements with the house owners who live on the same street as us (that is one city closer than we would want them to live). But the important thing is that we learn how to overcome obstacles, as a group, and so we become stronger.

Almost 4 months have passed since we have moved together, and there are still a great deal of things that we need to learn and experience as a group, but at least I know now how I want to live my life, and that is in a community of people were we support and learn from each other.