Crazy Life Stories

Dear unknown friend,  Imagine an angel comes to you and asks: "Can you hold this for me , I'll be back as soon as possible" Before you've got time to even think, you find yourself with the object in your hands and the angel is off.  It's a sword. It's a magical thing . You know intuitively that with such immense power in your hands, you can create wonders, heal diseases and open ways of light into the darkness, but you can also cause immense suffering if you are only awkward, or driven by anger, fear or resentment...   You know that you are often awkward. Your friends and family know that it's better not to ask you to carry a tray loaded with crystal glasses to the next room. You also know that in spite of all the love in your heart, sometimes you feel very pissed off by things other people say or do and that you have a tendency to be resentful.  Now you've this powerful magical sword in your hands. Just think of someone wi...

Dear unknown friend,  Today I don't have much to say because  I am being a tree.  I have roots. I pump water and stuff and that makes me feel alive.  There are waves waving in the mental space but nothing worth hanging on to for too long...  I am being quiet. There are a few things that feel a bit tense and knotted inside but that's  OK , I am not going to attack my inner tensions with an axe, I'm too lazy.  If we accepted the fact that this planet is a cosmic psychiatric hospital, along with the fact that we are not here as doctors, we would already feel better.  Now, even if we hallucinate that we are the doctors, that's OK, it's just a symptom. Nothing to worry about. If we want a reality check, are we able to get out? The doctors can go in and out at will, they've got the keys. Can we?   Are we able to get out of the vicious circles of anxieties, desires, fears, misunderstandings, men...

Dear unknown friend,  Have you got an idea of why life is growing you?  Life grows many plants, and no plant has to be all plants at the same time. I'm saying this because I have been poisoned by guilt for such a long time I felt guilty, for instance, of not being a committed activist. I love the earth. Greed and ignorance wrecks it. Why am I not fighting with all my strength and heart?  In this state of mind, I went once to a meeting of a local Greenpeace group. Ironically, an environmentalist activist group didn't feel like a good environment for me at all.  It was all so action and facts oriented that I felt out of place with my bag of emotional concerns. It was all about serious battles for the Arctic, the climate, the polar bears and others great causes, but nothing about intimate ecology. I didn't go back. I felt guilty about it, but I decided to believe more firmly that life is growing me for another purpose.  Guilt is a psychic...

Dear unknown friend,  I wish you're feeling well with a lovely smile on your lips. Thank you for being there.. A little while ago I sat to take two or three conscious breaths. It's a way I have to trick myself into a bit of discipline: It say to myself: "just two or three breaths, and then I can go for a beer or waste some time on social media if I feel like it" I did my short breathing exercise, and then, I gave inadvertantly a little thought to Source - the great loving, kind and discreet presence who is around in the air and within my body-   I asked something I usually don't: "Is there anything I can do for you?"   Normally I don't ask  because I am scared of the answer I could get.  The first thought that crossed my mind was: "Keep writing these letters to an unknown friend".  Did the Great Spirit pulled a string in my mind to make me think that thought at that moment, or was it just my mind pulling up...

Dear unknown friend,   Sexuality is a particularly sensitive area of life, or at least it is for many of us. Maybe there are out there rough individuals who have no problem being just instinctive like horny cockroaches when it's time to copulate, however, for many of us, psychological complications like self awareness interfere with the basic natural urges.   In the daft social world that surrounds us, a very toxic idea is that your worth as a sexual partner is a question of performance. I have never heard any male bragging in front of their mates about how sensitive they are in bed. It's a shame really, because in reality, feeling a dance of energy in your skin at the slightest touch means much more pleasure and connection with the other than having to rock and roll to get high...   Moreover, an orgasm rarely lasts for hours, not even minutes. It's far too short. Making love should be like feeling the entire bodies inter pene...