There was a dream and then there wasn’t. As soon as I woke up, I forgot all of it. Still, I grabbed my notebook and wrote down three sentences: The concept of free will is a factor of the ego. Any act of freedom leads to pain. Love will set us free. The what? I… Continue reading Experiment of freedom
Category: Dreams
Purpose of pleasure
The bench was made of wood and by the greyish cracked texture, had been there for a time. It was placed on top of a small hill, overlooking the sea its waters shadowy from a cloudy day. A mild wind was scraping at the water surface, creating a rippling effect. As I took my seat… Continue reading Purpose of pleasure
The Ego and the Spirit
Who am I? The eons-old human question – who are we? Naturally, we are the ones that know our name, title, geography, sex, our list of positions and achievements. But aren't these just a tiny parts of us? A label, a medal, a happenstance.Who is aware of all that we are? I can be aware… Continue reading The Ego and the Spirit
Did I win?
We set out for the race, all three of us on horseback. The finish line was twenty long units away and we were all prepared to grab that trophy. I looked down at the gleaming tack of my chestnut mare, full of power to carry me all the way. We can win this, I thought.We… Continue reading Did I win?
Weight of ideas
I have one of those over-analyser brains, so I tend to dream a lot. This time I don’t mean the night-time adventures, even if they are getting increasingly more bizarre. Imagine: last night I got dizzy spinning inside a massive white soup plate with some dream-friends. Besides people, the plate was half-filled with spaghetti dripping… Continue reading Weight of ideas
One handed
Last night I only had one hand. It was my right hand, which I kept covered with a red satin glove, glittering all over with tiny sparkling Swarovskis. It was my only hand and I had made it my artefact, my most treasured body part. Living with one hand was uncomfortable. It made me cranky… Continue reading One handed
It’s a string
I'm enjoying myself immensely in this dream. With a merry-band-of-misfits we laugh and joke and adventure until nature calls, and I need to excuse myself from the sweet band of companions I can no longer recall.I walk down a long corridor to find the nearest bathroom. It's clean and bright with three stalls. I pick… Continue reading It’s a string
One task
Last night I dreamed. I was in a large workshop space, light wooden floors, colourful textiles with inspiring quotes on the walls. A circle of people, including myself, sitting on sturdy pillows. A teacher standing in the center of the circle. That's odd, I remember thinking. In most workshops, teachers don't stand in the middle… Continue reading One task
Well of Peace 