We all know what we seek though outwardly it may seem we don’t know sometimes. The more we follow what we seek, the more we take a step forward in our evolution. The more we neglect, overlook and justify for not following what we sekk, the more we lag behind. Yet, we will be given another chance in another disguise. It shall go on until we connect all the dots together.
Perhaps, connecting the dots is what we all are doing lives after lives!
I don’t know if we began somewhere or if we will ever end somewhere. Again the eternity of it doesn’t matter.
To those of you who fantasize navigating to another time of life, here are my realistic views from my experiences.
And I pass through a tunnel. The darkness grips me with a sudden fear. But it wasn’t for long. I reach the other end which is still darker. I am now confined to a body. But my lady angel tells me that I have freedom for ten more months to navigate in and out of the womb.
The impact of an incident, a dream, a deja vu experience or the emotional drama that exists beneath my subconscious layers is what, most often, gets painted on my canvas. And those are the moments, I connect to my inner self – without the need for an effort, conversation or contemplation. I’ve seldom discussed about my works with others because I doubt if verbal conversations can justify the depth of the impact that stir my brush strokes. For once, I am attempting here to frame into words, those buried forces from within; the forces that carved the artist in me!
The very hear of the word consciousness sends goose bumps across my nerves. So much of my being is magically wired with this term! When a friend once defined consciousness as the opposite of lying in coma, it brought both laughter and tears in me, not that it’s not right; but to realize the extent…
This post won the Runner-Up Prize for the I am Explorer Blogging Contest powered by Indiblogger & sponsored by Tata Safari Storme Anie’s mother was narrating to me some kind of history with the help of a photo book. As she turned the next page of this book, I felt something unnerving running down my spine. What could it be?…