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 with anger ...

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, mental blocks, worries, anger, spaghetti?...

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...

  Hello! When divers go deep, their bodies adapt to a greater pressure. When they come back to the surface, they have to make decompression stops - otherwise they could die... If a Bedouin finds someone dying from thirst in the desert, they don't gave them a lot to drink. They give only a few sips. The inhabitant of the desert knows that the thirsty guy would swallow the entire gourd if they let them, and they would die from the shock. So, in spite of their supplications, they let them wait for more... When it is freezing cold and you spend some time outside without gloves, after a while your hands get used to the temperature. The painful moments happens when you come back inside and warm up your hands... "That which is below is like that which is above & that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing"... What we experience in the physical world always teaches us some truth about the invisible worlds...     ...

 Jesus was in a boat with his friends the disciples. He was sleeping. The weather turned bad. Soon there was a storm rocking the boat. The disciples were very scared, and Jesus kept sleeping. They woke him up in a panic!   "Hey! Jesus! We're going to capsize!"  Jesus stood up in the boat, opened his arms, told the storm to calm down.... and the storm calmed down.   Have you ever had this feeling of being somehow connected to the atmosphere and felt you could ask the rain to wait a little bit for you to have time to go home? Then the rain held on until you passed your door, saying thank you!    Of course this can easily be called "pure coincidence" and dismissed, but sometimes it happens and  you feel you're not alone. The storm may be an emotional storm, a tempest in the mind.  There is a way not to get caught in it and taking it from there it's possible to tell it to calm down.  There is peace at the centre, and a dist...