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Well, I'm out of words to describe my Self. I am. I do have a 'story'.... which is also just a story. You can read about it on www.lindakristien.com
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Butterflies
Toegevoegd op 09-06-2009 om 21:47
How butterflies are like the Self....
To me, a butterfly is stunningly beautiful. I love butterflies. I always have. Seeing a butterfly gives me instant joy. The way they move, all jittery, moving with a sensitivity that makes me wonder whether there are underlying currencies in the air on which they are flying, unable for me to sense.
I love how a butterfly cannot be caught. I have tried catching butterflies a lot, when I was a kid. Loved that game. I would loose all sense of time trying to quietly sneak up to a butterfly and then, just when I’d be really close to catching it and almost able to see its fuzzy hairs on its tiny little body surrounded by its beautiful wings, it would fly away. Almost like it was teasing me by showing little glimpses of its beauty.
And then, when you’d least expect it, done playing the game of trying to catch a butterfly; it would just come and sit on my hand. In that moment I could see its astonishing beauty. Until, it would fly away in its jittery kind of way, sensing my need of wanting to touch its wings.
It’s the same with the Self. If you try to catch it, you’ll find yourself running after it, unable to ‘catch it’. Until, you ‘forget’ about it, tired of running after your Self, and then, all of a sudden, it’s there. You are. You are being. And then, as soon as you realize you are, you were. Being seems to be gone….
As a kid, I was being in the moment, playing that came of trying to catch a butterfly, not realizing I was being.
Now, still a big kid but with a grown up body, I have come to re-member that I don’t have to try to catch a butterfly. I know now that the butterfly will come to me, when I am.
The Joint!
Toegevoegd op 23-05-2009 om 19:21
Joints over a super natural high?
The Joint!
“You’re from Holland? Amsterdam?”
“Wow man; I wanna live there! They’ve got coffee shops where they sell marihuana, legally!” “That’s like, heaven!”
“You must be a profi, smoking ‘em!”
I’d laugh. Stereotyping, generalizing; it’s symbolic for a closed mind. Those words about Amsterdam would be like me saying to a Canadian: “You’re from Canada? Wow, you must have a black bear as a pet!” But I’m going off topic here, I’ll stick to the joint!
In my life, I’ve smoked 2,5 joints. Just to be exact. That’s right, just 2,5 joints. The last one gave me such a bad trip that I doubt I will ever have one again. Though never say never, I’ll keep an open mind…..
The fact is, I need a joint for a high, or coffee or sugar, for that matter. My Self, doesn’t! Me and my Self, we’ve come up with this great concept to create a super natural high. The best thing; ‘t doesn’t cost a thing! To money in this case, you can say: bye bye.
The trick? Acceptance. Being one with my Self and I. Try it. You might end up feeling like you’re in heaven, the trip is for free. Air miles permitted? No need for your Self to have them submitted.
NOW, you feel the high? Enjoy it while it lasts, soon it might be in your ‘past’. The fabulous thing is; the more you open your mind, the less you need a joint to make a trip to heaven. The highs will last longer and longer. Yet, with a joint, you need more and more, just to have the same effect as the first one you’ve ever smoked perfect!
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