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With the rate I’m going, there won’t be anything left to be published. Well, in the likely chance it’s not (<- statement connected to the extract), I’ll just post the whole thing here. And for the third time – no touchy-touchy!

 

The Soul is an amazing concept. Do we even have one? Is it really there? Or is it just Something religion came up with to Scare the masses. I’ve always been in two minds about pretty much everything, and this is no exception. I guess it’s just another way to portray my duality, my constant questioning and wandering between the Spiritual and the logical. It’s not Something unusual, everyone (some more than others) at some point in their life has pondered over the big questions: What are we? Why are we here? Is this all there is, is there Something else, Somewhere, beyond the visible? I’ve never been on good terms with logic or rationality, but 99% of the time I do the “right” thing and try to listen to my head. And 99% of the time I only believe in something if I can See it. 99% of the time I think there is no magic in the world, no Spiritual layer of the universe, nothing that Special at all – just balls of gas and rock orbiting around in perfect logic. 99% of the time I bow down to Society’s whims and rules. Every bigger dream I dare have gets Shot down in my head 99% of the time. Just 99% of the time... And I realised that the remaining 1% is the tiny voice in my mind constantly Shouting “What if?” – 99% of the time Silenced by logic, but Shouting nonetheless, Screaming at me that everything’s possible. It’s where hope comes from, where love is born and reborn time and again, where your true Strength lies. And what I found is that this 1% is the human Soul.

C

Since I’m not writing any scribbles, I thought I’d share another extract from “the book”. As usual – no touchy-touchy.

 

To my unborn Child:
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…you and I will probably disagree about everything. You will hurry to get out of the Cradle and grow up, I will run after you to put you back in. And if you won’t take my advice for anything else, take it for this. You will have plenty of time to be an adult – not so much to be a Child. So trust me when I say I will do my best to prepare you for that time while you’re growing up. Yes, sometimes I will be nosy. Yes, I will be pushy. And yes, I will probably be annoying. It won’t be because I don’t believe or respect you – it’s just a motherly instinct to look out for your young (or a phantom instinct, in my case). And then, one day, time will come for you to leave home and Chase your own future. I won’t stop you, even though it may break my heart – I’ll just hope I’ve prepared you well enough - because from that day on, you will be the maker of your own destiny. You will be the one taking your own decisions and Choosing what’s best for you. And if I don’t agree with something you do, no matter how good my intentions are, remember this: You don’t live your life for your mother, or your father, or for anyone else. And if you spend all your time trying to make everyone happy – whose life are you living? I’m not saying to never listen to me – just listen to yourself as well. It won’t mean you’ve deserted or betrayed your family – they will always be there. Your home will always be yours, you’ll carry them with you wherever you go. But you can’t discover that “wherever” from the comfort of home. The hardest things in life are usually the best – there’s something, someone, somewhere for you to find them. So go - the world is waiting.

G

For some time now, I have been writing something like a book, but the process is so slow, I don’t think it will be finished soon. I showed an excerpt to one of my friends and he said I should post it somewhere. And the blog is the lucky winner. If at some point in the future, my dream comes true and this thing gets published, I would just like to say that the following extract is my own work, sooo – all rights reserved and no touchy-touchy!

 

“Growing up – can you actually feel the moment it happens? Is there some point in time in which you are still a child, and in the next – no longer one? I still don’t think I’ve Grown up. I’m Growing older – but inside I can see the little Girl, a bit weird, that no one wanted to play with in kindergarten. But one distinct time I actually felt things would never be the same was when I Graduated university. It’s like you’re in the middle of the ocean, and your life-belt suddenly cracks. And you’re on your own. And you either learn to swim or drown. It still hits me sometimes – the sudden realisation that I will never again sleep late on a weekend in my bed, in my room, in my house, because I had to Get up early all week for school; that the neighbour kids will never again call me out to play; that I will never again spend the whole summer at my grandmother’s flat, playing with my cousins; that we will never again play hide and seek till midnight, or pray for rain on a really hot day; I’ll never again catch fireflies in the dark... They’re now chased by someone else.”

Karma

My muse showed up at 3 last night, and I just finished writing it. I’ve always believed in karma, of all the things to believe in, I think karma is the most just and it makes the most sense. And I guess I’ve been reading on spirituality and meditation recently which inspired me. I’m not delving into any religion, I’m just trying to express how I feel about Mother nature, acknowledging that good things come with bad and vice versa. So I wanted show her my respect with this scribble.

There's no moon here
There are no stars here
There's no sun here
There's no light here

There are no hearts here
There's no joy here
There's no love here
There's no hope here
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You are the earth,
you are the sky,
you are the dirt,
you are bird's cry

You are the rivers,
you are the moon,
you're the silvering
                 monsoon.

As above, so below
You see all, joy and woe
East and West, hunter and pray.
South and North - fire purifies all sins,
                            then water washes them away.

Protectress of all wild and free
Mother just, weaver of destinies
You're everything there is, black and white
...For the darkness mixed with darkness shall create Light.