one day I felt something I call unconditional love. it was this state of peace and acceptance of all. after that I kept trying to go to that place again, to hold that, but that was an illusion. I could only feel that again when I was free from the past experience. because every experience is different from each other, although the truth is always the same.
it is true that we all deserve love and support from the universe, but when we believe that and don't go beyond the belief to experience that instantaneously, we get lost in an image, in an idea of what is this to deserve love and support. it may comfort us, but it want really deeply touch us.
I think there is a belief here that I'm not really seeing, because I see that I'm insisting (maybe stuck?). but I'll send that anyway cause I think it is also a call for some change.
thank you, nostr:npub1jmy8weweqzckna0amz7pn0uhhkxx693l7st23829ewmu43yvjsesfp6xcq
I felt like rocording an audio ahahaha but it's getting too long. I'll try to write.
I think I see beliefs as you said. it's part of our human condition to believe. but it is also part of our human condition to experience life beyond the beliefs. beliefs are images of life, not life itself. if I believe someone is something before I talk to her, all of our encounter will be restricted to that thought. it may be comfortable, but it won't be all it can be. and if I'm saying all this without experiencing it all while I say this, it's just a reproduction of a belief and I'm not open to really be with you right here right now.
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I'm starting to realise how important beliefs are.
They are the scaffolding around our whole reality & we can consciously build on the existing structures or tear them down. We have the freedom to choose our beliefs, to make or break agreements.
I'm starting to believe that our mind consciousness has much less control over our thoughts, actions & emotions as we'd like to believe. Our mind consciousness seems to be a construct of our physicality, our body. We are just a passenger who's been tricked into believing that we're in control.
Our beliefs are fully in the domain of our mind consciousness though. If we shift our beliefs into alignment with our higher consciousness, we can experience a lot of joy & much less suffering. It's much easier to shift our beliefs than exercise will over our body.
nostr:nprofile1qqsy2exkwrxzk5tvq9e6y7q540ja3jnq40y03qavs268khycppm5sjcpzfmhxue69uhk7enxvd5xz6tw9ec82cspz3mhxue69uhhyetvv9ujuerpd46hxtnfduq37amnwvaz7tmwdaehgu3wv45kuatwv3a8wctw0f5kwtnnwpskxeg2sqw6w on the illusion of free will with nostr:nprofile1qqsf9jl9scw0c5snmkylpfhkppzgd7z7dupul6ms5yl52kfcz9jr8wqpz4mhxue69uhhyetvv9ujuerpd46hxtnfduhstd79w5
- it's definitely worth a listen.
I think beliefs take us to a known place. what if we question all the beliefs? what if we let them all go once we perceive them? not only the ones that seem negative, but also the ones that seem positive. I don't know if we are talking about the same thing, but beliefs, the way I see, can be an attempt to scape from the infinite possibilities of being, living, experiencing things.
it's hard for me to send you this, because somehow I believe that I can't bring my view to someone who seems to have experienced a lot of similar things to what I've been experiencing, but not exactly this time. also the belief that I only can say right things or I shouldn't say anything. and these are only samples. but letting them appear and go is allowing me to open myself up for sending you and just observing what comes next.
thank you for that
yes, but I don't wash my hair everyday. mostly once a week, sometimes (when I'm lucky) twice. it's cold now and I'm suffering a little bit at night, but I still shower.
you just took some time with it writing this, don't you think? you know the way. maybe it starts being with you and with what you feel - I think that's where the most powerful decisions are made.
I also think it is. 😬
with a loving look:
notice the threatening tones with which you speak to yourself
observe the aggressiveness of your thoughts towards you
observe your attempts to control your actions, always judging yourself inferior and seeking superiority
observe your judgments about your appearance to escape how you feel
observe your internal contradictions
observe what you project on others, but which asks to be seen in you
accept each of these observations. they are not who you are.
allow yourself to feel everything that arises and let it pass.
may we, adults, look at children with the freshness of the new wind touching their skin
may we look at children as a bridge back home, to our nature, to wisdom
may we look at children taking care of our projections, to really look at them
may we see with clear eyes who the child is at that moment, contemplating who we are and our transformations in that encounter
may we allow ourselves be touched by the poetry of play
may we let ourselves be touched by every smile and every cry, by every expression
may we feel their presence
may we be present with them
thank you so much. I'm so grateful for our encounter here ♥️
thank you so much! I was feeling a little awkward with this, seemed pointless, but I allowed myself to write and share something with empty spaces and no conclusions. your comment means a lot. ♥️
this is my father's CD collection. he loved music and the first gift he gave me when I was born was a vinyl from yes, big generator.
he used to print the lyrics along with the translation of the songs he listened to.
one morning he asked my cousin to print out the lyrics to a song for him: long as I can see the light, by Creedence.
in the afternoon he died in an accident.
after we learned about my cousin's story, my sister and I started listening to this song on all of his birthdays and on Father's Day, putting a candle in the window.
yesterday we celebrated Father's Day here and I couldn't put out the candle or listen to the music. I was waiting for a good time for this, just like I have been doing with so many things that are important to me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fu_fjQXAra4
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLvsYXqtYjMYcVo1FOgJCFz_PSj6OzoJCl
hahaha my mom keeps a few
at my grandma's house there are more of them and the player, we call it "vitrola"
hahahah
my father's collection at my mother's house
