🌌__Singularity ... A ... Travelogue__🌌 Życie codzienne

Singularity ... A ... Travelogue

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_____________________________________________________________ 18-01-2024 ... 10:52 am __

Yes, it takes a tremendous amount of time in meditation to fathom the
depths of your own existence. When you have finally found something
like the 'truth', the next challenge comes immediately. Ask yourself:

_______ "Do you really want to express or talk about it – in public? "

As an artist you have no choice! We artists like to think that way. But is
it true? Or are we simple trying to convince ourselves, of what we have
already decided?

And like herd animals, we wander daily following our habits! Who says
we have no way of escaping all that? Our fate? Why do we follow the
call of superficiality – see employment as our therapy?

I am thinking;

"Maybe I have lost my sanity? But I will never give in to this delusion!
Isn't it actually our duty to light a fire, lose ourselves in the crackling
flames and rise up with the sparks? Rise up high, to where time can be
moulded by our unfulfilled dreams & desires? "

____________________________________ _ Introduzione _ ____________________________________

"Life should be like fireworks. In this picture, our words should colourfully
illuminate the space above us and the moments with the people, with
whom we exchange and spend the moments, that, what remain in our
memory ... when we have to leave someday. "

_______________________________________ Knocking _______________________________________

I wanted to start differently. When I read the prepaired text, it doesn't feel quite
coherent. It's not right for this moment. What moves me is the Inner Dialogue
that forces its way into my attention – more present than ever before. It is no
longer this voice that is easy to dismiss or to fade, but an inescapable demand.
It is what I would describe as the Knocking of Death on the front door of my life.
Maybe it is not death but an almost something similar intense ... a desire, and
maybe my last chance, to create something I really want to do and love.

However, it is not a morbid faciantion that moves me or a supposed intellectual
attempt to prepare me for the unimaginable. Strictly speaking, I don't even feel
or have the drive to pursue it all. In this respect, all my efforts and tricks seem
to come to nothing ... on closer inspection, prove to be simply inappropriate.
Perhaps I am finally ready to bring my willingness to the intensity and follow it.

Fascination! About what? I see it as an great gift to be put through the wringer
so vigorously ... to be allowed to experience life in this way. I've never wished
for a death in which I simply fall asleep and lose consciousness. I would have
been really pissed and would have lit a fine fire for the divine rulers...

I feel the same way now. If it turns out that I have to pass away in the foresee-
able future, I would be really 'upset'. Because only now do I realise howlittle I
have used my time so far. I didn't have the choice, or if I did, I just didn't get it
together. Well, whatever.

__________________________________ Start something New _________________________________

"Anyone who has ever started something new understands: You start, you learn,
– that is what we hope at least – and after a while you look back and realise. "

Start again? Why not?

A year has passed and the way I started in those days is not, how I would proceed
now. It's time to bring some things into a structure. Why? Is a structure needed?
Maybe not, but it exists in the universe and whether we like it or not, we are part
of this universe. More than that, I love development, order and structure. So, I
guess it is just natural ... at least for me.

At this moment, I am bringing my journey in the virtual world into its structure.
Traces of the last year will gradually disappear and condense into this post. What
began with tender ideas has developed into something independent and this too
will change now.

I've realised that:

"Here in the virtual world, other laws prevail. It is like travelling into wurmhole,
above a singularity. We call it Event Horizon. A wurmhole is a kind of door. It is a
connection in which three-dimensional space is transcended. Because of the
intense gravity of a singularity inside a wurmhole, time & space is different. It is
a strange 'thing' in 3-D-Space ... like a door to a higher dimension. If we could
go in there and survive it, nothing would be like we know it. I am an old dog now
and so, Social Media is a bit like that for me. In this picture, I started my dive
into the 'wurmhole' last year and now I am on my way to the Singularity...

Yes, it was (better, still is) an experiment. And YES, it was successful! What I do now,
will describe and is inspired by, what I have learnt in the last 12 month. It comes
in a special post or kind of essay ... if you like to call it so. "

______________________________________ The Essence _____________________________________

The essence of my experience, in relation to my journey, is quickly explained.

Right from the start, I never asked myself whether I should move around
'here' any differently than the rest of the time ... in real life, so to speak. I
am no different here on the net. Just as someone can listen to music from
a CD or DVD, maybe go to a concert from time to time, I see the net as an-
other way of living, meeting people and exchanging ideas with them. The
second aspect is not new either. It deals with this question:

"What can I do to ensure that my presence does
not resemble those performances of a puppet? "

It was precisely by asking this question, that I found out a lot about my-
self and my approach. This is probably precisely because other aspects
of communication are relevant here on the net or are emphasised more
strongly than in the physical world. I suspect that this experience is
accessible to the younger generations in a completely different way ...
or in some cases is not accessible to them at all. This is because they
were born with Online Activities. In other words, it is difficult for them
to understand what it is like without a computer, cell-phone, etc.

" A possibility to learn from each other... ? "

I tend to see a danger rolling towards us. It's not fated, it's what we can
choose ... but don't necessarily have to choose. We think it's brilliant if
we 'water-down' music data to an MP '...' formats. It's not that we don't
have to accept losses. Think: There is a similar tendency in the way we
communicate. Short messages on a cell phone can be useful. If, how-
ever, we forget what it is like to construct a letter in which we convey
our feelings in detail, we are on a dubious path.

"I guess, humanity as a whole is going through a kind of 'puberty'. "

In such periods of time, we are also supposed to detach ourselves from
the past, disconnect from our ancestors, etc. We are looking for a future
that is really different from the past ... want to experience new things
and perhaps leave our planet to build a new civilisation somewhere in
another galaxy. We are looking for a LIFT to this future.

Entering a lift and travelling up into a new dimension is not fundamen-
tally reprehensible. But when we enter the new dimension and finally
leave our lift – the technical aids – our body or our psyche should still
function ... ideally even be prepared for this new dimension. If this is
not the case...

"Think: Should we not develope an awareness for this, too? "

_____________________________________ The Reason ____________________________________

So, why am I here? A question that everyone asks themselves at some
point in their lives. Of course, it can also be aks for this specifically to
my membership of PenPal-Gate. As I said earlier – it's a part of my life
now. I perceive my body breathing, move it through space & see time
'passing'. My body gets the rhythm for all this from the universe ... a
repetitive experience that is unrivalled. So far...

I have received a few substantive letters that are clearly structured &
crowned by an overview or common thread. I like that. I love writing,
people authentic essays and all this stuff. Personally, I think social
media platforms could be MUCH MORE ... precisely because there
is worldwide exchange. I like PPG, the oportunities that comes with it.

"...is there a accounting for taste or is it more like;
_______________ You either have it or you don't...? "

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Fading Confusion

Pulling out all the rigs without any clue! My spherical existence – timeless,
no solid foothold! Self-dissolution instinct, boundlessness & a lack of urge
to confront the madness time and again.

I could just walk away ... could find fulfilment on the manicured grass again.
Could follow the moonlight – go further – burn myself, in its source! There
are still moments – yes – in which I trust the rhythm of the light. Dare, to give
myself away. Memories, a scent and the tender touch – the transition of two
bodies – moving, for each other – same center, thoughts – memories.

Holding the leather steering wheel in my hands, my gaze wanders into the
distance. Moisture drizzles gently and crystallises on the windscreen of my
resting companion. The smell of leather fills ... fulfills! Lingering fragrance.
The old sun – falling into the sea – colours the horizon, a gentle drift in my
direction. Reflections, carried by trembling waves – a slow-hums rhythmic.
A foreplay ... the prelude of silence.

The conditioning and whip lashes prove ineffective. I follow the moonlight
and let my self float away. No one is holding me. One movement without
objection. The ionusphere reflects, lascivious activity ... space and time
seem to bend. Is there a beginning – somewhere – to which I am drifting?
Is it the end, that utilises gravity ... condenses my emerging thoughts?

I am alive ... my body breathing. The surface still touches, space around it.
Millions of dancing gold particles – photons – seem to defy the valid laws.
Golden partical ... levitate, fading away – chaotically – in all directions. Yes,
I could just leave; still, there is no way into the missed dreams of the past.

At night – when darkness reigns – the shadows wander. They besiege my
mind and the moments become episodes. I don't know, how – to grieve –
or lose the pain. Moreover, the unprocessed frame of my emotional world
acts like the saw, that separates the noble from its mother-rock. The loss
and the end deception – fading questions – my depressive journey back.
Shadows ... less significant in the darkness. In the deep black night, I see;
even a small spark becomes a signpost. I am this spark – the synaptic fire!

Slowly and almost unnoticed, the delicate hint of moisture has collected on
the windscreen in front of my leather steering wheel. Individual drops roll
down the sporty incline – towards the blue – like tears. It is as if the angels
are pushing the mirror of realisation, in my direction. Angels, in disobedient
rebellion, demanding insight or at least my openness. Is this the symphony
that is supposed to show the longing soul its way? Is it the disintegrating
remnants of my last attachment?

___________________________________ Adaptation ___________________________________

Without question – without a doubt – I had followed the sweet sound of my
inner voice. It led me 'here' ... missinig just a reason! A truth, that descends
only slowly into the necessary depths. I had followed, – wanted to discover,
LEARN, a new language. The reason for this – initially hidden – hovered over
the horizon – like golden light, in the late afternoon. Slowly, the realisation
crept through the filters of my will and the fog of trained motivation. Giving
form to the longing, shattering all illusions in my mind. A new language,
without a deeper insight into existence.? Not the solution I was looking for!

How can words ever describe the gentle movement of the thin curtains ...
silently following the flow of the breeze, on a warm summer night? I wish,
words could illuminate the no longer existing transition between the room
I'm in, and street, in which I escaped the play of your soft-sweet features
smile, – the delusion of my imagination!

____________________________________Eventually,

...like after a bath, in the stormy North-West of Scotland ... followed by the
moment of applause-less silence, when the strings of the Grand Piano lay
still hot – but motionless, no sound – my soul's open & aware – listening.

________________________________________________________________ The Question __________________________

Istruzione 👩‍🎓 e 🐒 Scimmie

" Many good aspects have already been highlighted... "

"Suppose you and I were sitting by the sea and there was a desert behind us.
Perhaps in the South of Egypt ... because I've always loved it there. We
decide to carry out an experiment and turn our bodies in the direction
of the desert. We close our eyes briefly. A few seconds after, I tap briefly
your hand, whereupon you start moving ... just like we agreed. A second
after you start moving I scream – loud ... 🗣️ 🔊

Sound travels through air-filled space at around 360 metres per second.
If you were moving through the room at 500 metres per second, you
wouldn't be able to hear my scream ... not as long as you move away
from me. Why am I telling you this?

Well, if you're paying attention and studying in school, you probably
already know the data I've provided. The way I am presenting this to
you may be unfamiliar BUT ... it has much more to do with how I live
than the data itself could ever convey. Put both together...

One more thing:

It would certainly be a grand endeavour to experience that for real,
which is not so easy to do with the example I chose. But you could
join the military – which is not necessarily my recommendation for
you, but ultimately you are free to decide for yourself – and learn
to fly a fighter – run from screeming-sound all the time...

Well, that is crucial now:

You learn a lot in today's schools, BUT by no means everything

___________ about LIVE.

The way you live will ultimately define the way you'll learn and
vice versa. You can become a well-trained-monkey who simply
assumes its function in society & preferably doesn't ask to many
questions, or you can set out on the path, during the time you
have left, to lead an exhilarating LIVE – which will give you expe-
riences such as my exemplary one – hopefully, in all areas for
many years. "

🧘‍♀️ Quindi, studia il meglio possibile, Sofi, e non dimenticare di
trascendere tutto ciò che hai imparato...

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P.S. ...you know all that already, most is written on your profil.

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The Light of Light

"We should not believe that it is enough to go to church, mosque
or temple. When we leave the Holy Places, our actions reveal
what & who we are. "

___________________________________ Religion ____________________________________

I have never really seen myself as a religious person. My 'faith' was
never linked to the religion my parents brought me up in. However,
my faith was and is – more then ever – what I consider to be the
most important thing in my life.

I drove my religion teacher at primary school mad with my questions,
so much so that he eventually had me removed from the class. A short
time later, some other pupils had to leave the classroom too and a few
weeks later we had no more religion lessons at all. This because, 'our'
pastor had been dismissed from his post.

I felt remorseful for a long time because ... I was already quite eccen-
tric in those early years and related the incident to my questions. The
horror for me was that I had to attend confirmation classes with the
same pastor for two years. At this point, I had long since created my
supposed acceptance & recognition among the pupils. Power is never
earned, it is always bestowed. Anway.

During this time, I was frequently reprimanded and told to conform
or be removed from chirch. Once I was required to give a presentation
that became the topic of the sermon at the Sunday service. I had to
stay in church after the service and was praised for my good work...

Sad Truth: The pastor died a few years later ... of his alcohol addiction.

_________________________________ Spirituality ___________________________________

"My body will die, like everyone else's. No thought or deed can ever
take away what keeps my soul alive and nourishes the spirit of life. "

_____________ There are still people on earth who wish
_____________________the 'Roman Empire' back.

Now we have two options. Is it to condemn & crucify people who tell
un-comfortable truths about ourselves? Or maybe it's about sum-
moning someone like the Messiah to finally put an end to the
existing chaos of murder, rape and lies?

_________ Fear is a very powerful 'wish' that is brought
________________into reality by our subconscious.

Why do we break all the commandments that are supposed to be a
light for our lives? Perhaps it is simply because we misinterpret
them. Religions have turned these guidelines of light into a kind of
horror version. They teach that we will be punished if we break a
commandment. Over time, this creates such fear that it becomes
psychologically impossible to fulfil the commandments. God does
not punish us ... although there are a number of rules in the uni-
verse that help us to stay on the right path. It is religions or their
leaders who presume to impose punishments on people.
Exclusion, isolation and all these things are a reflection of these
power-obsessed leaders. All of this is an 'absurd distortion' of
what is responsible for order in the universe ... Love.

Fear is a very powerful tool for those who want to exercise power.
Intensity determines whether our wishes come true or not. And –
when fear of 'something' is created, it is nothing more than that,
what we call wish ... brought into reality by our subconscious.

"You expect a miracle and when it is performed, half of you
worship the saint. The other half of you screams blasphemy!
Because – you can't understand it, are envious, etc. But if no
miracle is performed, then you cry out and call the saint a
charlatan because you have to go on living with your suffering.
Faith is not something that can or must be proven. Faith is a
state of your soul ... which at best is mirrored by someone. "

The other thing is that we don't want to know about miracles as
long as our life feels and proves 'successful'. If our corruptness,
dishonesty brings us 'success', we have no need for miracles.
The degree of our lies is mirrored by our inability to dwell in
silence. What is real success? To be able to dwell in silence.

___________________________________ Meaning____________________________________

Everything in our world has a meaning. Nothing is decoration
or cosmetic. Most people probably won't argue about that yet.
There is another aspect to biodiversity, which has been massiv-
ely degraded by humans. Every living being acts as a memory-
store of experience for humanity. The collective consciousness
of humanity has therefore been fragmented by the decimation
of species. The damage is now immeasurable and therefore it
is almost impossible for humans to maintain their state of life
on an evolutionary path. What now?

We have to go back ... find the way to the source, to change
something. We have to do this fast, because time is running
out for us. That is why so many teachers are on earth right
now. It is a very special moment ... very special! It is now...!

________________________________ Pause __________________________

"Every language is an expression of the One-Transcendental-
Consciousness. With each new language, we learn a dynamic
aspect of this consciousness, giving it the chance to express
itself through our individuality. And yes, the individual itself
is another point what give words meaning. It is a sad fact,
that there's a lot of talking nowadays – often without saying
much or anything. "

P.S. ... thank You, for the wonderful chat...

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Love & Life

🧙‍♂️ "With love as a basis, life does not necessarily become easier in every
situation ... but without it, it becomes impossible in many situations. "

Instead of clinging to the past or to each other, we should
begin to change our perspective. Every human being is like
a wild river. We are never the same ... cannot remain what
we once were. Instead of beating ourselves up about it or
feeling sorry for ourselves, we should take advantage of
facts and realise that this creates endless possibilities.

I truely believe that when we do exactly what we are fully
convinced of, we are living right. It may be that we are on
the sidelines, but the resolution will then be clear and un-
ambiguous. If there is such a thing as a God living within
us, it is probably best expressed through our:

_______________________fragile humanity.

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Friends for Life

"What a day. The famous expression that can be present itself with
an exclamation & question mark. My cells, flooded with mind or
borderline synaptic fire. Awareness seems to have decided to
use this expression as a kind of mantra – today – what a day?! "

This morning I woke up with a feeling that reminded me of
Finland. There was something sulphurous about the atmos-
phere over the village. An orange-grey and dull sadness or
just an extensive silence? I did not feel like 'being-in-this-
mood' – so I spent a long time in meditation, drifting into
deep waking relaxation during the propper resting phase.
I couldn't help but think of my trip to Scandinavia. Anyone
who has ever been to Finland will certainly be able to relate
to this. There's hardly anything like it ... all that uninterrup-
ted light, especially at night, gets on your nerves. It messes
with your hormones and if – like me – you're already riding
the burnout, all this is quite the Cherry on the Top.

"I feel like I finally have arrived and since you still have a place
in my life, you won't miss this story. Well, there is always the
option to refuse. In this respect, we were probably all born
masters. Everything else? Well, another story for another day. "

Perhaps I have left you with an excuse? Maybe all this matters
much less than we'd like to admit. I like to pay my bills. I have
a problem with not making up for injuries and sneaking away.
I brought that with me from Finland. Up there in the middle
of nowhere, it's not possible to run and hide. In the north of
Finland there is 'Inari' ... where the huge lake covers the land
like a sea, my heart felt something. I think I felt my soul there.
Yes, I am still drawn to the sun and the desert, but perhaps
because of the silence? 'Loneliness' would get a nice, deep-
green dress in Finland and under a roof with a big window,
I would also be able to see the stars...

I still can feel it: Sitting by Lake Inari was one of the most
impressive experiences of my life. The silence there took
on an almost physical form and maybe for this very rea-
son almost impossible to grasp emotionally. Now what?

_________________ You know – I love solitude
... but without you, I wouldn't always be able to enjoy it.

In those days, I was looking for the Golden Ratio in terms of
'achieving goals quickly and seeing as much as possible'. I
found something ... but it wasn't the golden ratio. What has
remained, and indeed grown stronger over the years, is the
desire to share my experiences in a way that gives someone
insight and perhaps inspiration. I feel this is my 'true calling'.

...now the atmosphere in the village has cleared up. I can't
really describe what exactly has changed in me. Memories
are and always have been confusing for me. They never
just reflect the past experience, but are a reflection of the
past in combination with what is happening at the moment
of remembering. A 'real-experienced' story with fictional
aspects or – if you like – a real story with aspects inspired by
long gone experience...

Point of View:

I don't believe that every story necessarily has a quintessence
or needs one. In many moments, life passages are seemingly
meaningless – even if you look for wisdom or a résumé, you
won't find much. In hindsight, this may look quite different
and the connections become easier to recognise. But even
then, the newly received view & realisation may not have
much to do with the passage. I believe we should do it ex-
actly as our heart wispers. The art is probably best in learn-
ing to differentiate. Is it the speaking heart or the dictating
intellect? Maybe that's why I'm now considering taking a
slower or more cautious approach to the next stage of my
life? I simply suspect that those days would have been even
more fruitful and that I should have entrusted myself to...

____________________________Silence.

________________________________________________________________ The Question __________________________

Relaxation

Approaching a life in which Rest & Activity are in a healthy balance leads
to Relaxation. Meditation is a TOOL and is helping with this balance.
From this point of view, I love some essential aspects:

+ ...give myself away in love

+ ...waking up (non solo dagli incubi)

+ ...question/abandon unexamined beliefs

+ ...replace behaviour patterns that are not (or no longer) beneficial

+ ...disregarding my strict rules from time to time

If it's already 'late':

+ ...Anti-Parasite-Treatments

In general:

+ ...Deep Diving in Blue Water

+ ...Outdoor Love 💖 (Sempre di Domenica)

Special Cases:

+ ...catch a rapist in the act and teach him (or her) a life lesson 🪦

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🧙‍♂️ "A permanent lack of relaxation is almost always a sign that
the person concerned is looking for it in the outside world
and not within themselves. "

🧘_____________________________ 23.02.2024

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Evening Light

I spent the day snuggled up in blankets. Rain – wet & cold weather
made me flee. I was lost in thought. The hours spent together
over the past few years and the previous day endeavours held
me spellbound. It wasn't until late afternoon that the sky opened
up in spots and released the red light of the already low-lying sun.
My melancholy mood, which was slowly fading, drove me to the
edge of the forest. From up here, I was able to pay tribute to the
lake standing in the mist. The horizon could only be glimpsed and
without even realising it, the sea of shining particles of light had
carried me up .. up, over my body and the old, creaking fir trees...

...for just a moment, I felt free. In this freedom, all my senses no
longer followed the earthly ... could redemptively unite with you.
After all these years ... how much my heart still misses you!

Moments! Infinity folded up ... frozen, for us who still grasp little
of reality. It is always a source of joy to see how slowly the red
of the evening light fades in our region. Hovering above the old
fir trees, I lost myself in the light. I could have forgotten my body,
... but there are still tasks waiting, wishes unfulfilled. Wondering
what it would be like to feel the soft skin of a lady against my own,
I slowly slipped back...

The cries of the children playing snapped me out of my 'Journey
Transcendental'. I was greeted by them in the village. Question:
Aren't children the example of how lost we have become? They
don't know us 'adults' and yet ... they have a smile. They only
'know' themselves and have no problem to fall-for-the-charms-
of-the-strange at every moment...

________________________________________________________________ The Question __________________________

Corona

Ultimately: "It's only paranoia if no one is actually after you. "

The matter at hand: "It hardly matters if anyone believes in Covid/Corona. "

Prelude:

It wasn't so long ago that an Austrian was causing trouble for the world.
Out of fear - NOT paranoia (...it was quite real) - most people acted as if
there was no threat. Similar events can be said of China or Russia, to
name just two other countries. Maybe we're more lucky this time?!?

The corona virus is in fact quite old. I know some researchers and experts
personally and as a professional healer, I also have some insights myself.
Our world is at a turning point. The corona virus is not a static phenome-
non, but has changed over the millennia and also has been manipulated
in laboratories ... this, not by chance. Corona plays a role in the turning
point of our time. Will it be a main-role? I do not know, BUT...
The manipulated version will show late effects over the years and hardly
anyone will associate them with the pandemic. The vaccine, on the other
hand, was/is a completely different measure. "

The supposed protective vaccination served two purposes. Firstly, to find
out how obedient the masses (still) are. Secondly, to develop a warfare
agent ... which will be used if Corona is not sufficiently effective... "

The real question

Someone asked: "Why should politic leader wish to create such chaos? "

Well, that is indeed, what is all about! We have to change our habbits
and so fare we do not. So, someone has to change something for us.
Otherwise we destroy everything. The idea is, to find a way to bring
the population down to a number, that give the remaining rest of the
people at least a chance...

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Departure from Atlantis

Chapter XIV

_____________________________________ Chapter XV ____________________________________

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_____________________________________ Chapter XVI ___________________________________

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____________________________________ Chapter XVII __________________________________

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