For a couple of days now, the storm of confusion and tiredness has raged loudly through my body and mind, numbing me, destabilizing me, making me angry and irritated, tired and messed up, frantic and restless.
All the building blocks are there, the chemical impact is…
It’s an idea that derives from various spiritual and religious philosophies.
And it absolutely fucks up the Western mind.
How do you do nothing?
Where do you start?
How much nothing do you do while doing nothing?
Well, it’s a fairly subtle thing.
It’s not about freezing in time, sitting…
I hear it whenever I talk or write about spirituality and the human experience and other yummy abstract stuff like that.
It’s like I’m criticized for my naivety, my lack of judgment and morality, or the seemingly stupid unwillingness to acknowledge the evil things that happen in the world.
It took me over 50 years to slip into the habit it of it, but now, after my life started to change radically around 7 years ago, I can truly say I give a lot.
Giving is a funny thing.
The ego both loves it and hates it with a…
Being awake is just that:
The simple, basic knowing of aliveness.
A delicate energetic hum.
So sweet, so obvious.
And SO powerful that it doesn’t need to prove its existence.
Closer than close.
… and then you are swept away by experience again.
The perfect agony.
Like a slideshow from hell.
I saw one image after the other, all trying to look seriously relevant and important.
I saw an image of a woman.
Then a doubt.
A critical remark.
A scene from a holiday.
A picture of my dad.
I write blogs or poems and post them on social platforms.
I record videos and share them online.
I invite people to spend some time with me, for free.
I invest a lot of my time and energy and imagination in stuff that I just give away.
And then I…
I hardly have any problems with my simple human preferences and opinions, the things that show up in daily life when you get to interact with other people and food and gadgets and music and films and cars and other stuff like that.
These personal filters are exactly what flavors…
I wasn’t really sure what being a real man was supposed to feel like, but the very insecure and clumsy state of mind I was in most of the time just didn’t seem very masculine.
A real man was the guy that was portrayed in Playboy Magazine.
He had a…