Crystal clear

Image source: Google  Arbres Macabre Dans mes bras Ça n’a pas de sens, Comme ton 6eme sens. Arc Palabre Cadabra  Tout est illusion: Une punition face à ta mission. Cadr’alibaba. Et quand, Tu reviendras du pèlerinage, baba, Inscris dans une pierre  Qu’on aura rien laissé derrière. Ni rires, ni soupirs. Ni farce, ni masques. Abracadabra. Et quand, Je repartirais de ce pèlerinage ici bas, Je me souviendrai, De la magie et de l’alchimie; Du déchirement et de l’entendement; Des faits accomplis et Du fait d’être affranchie. Et du fait d’être affranchie. Image source: Google 

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Image source: Google  This feeling really feels weird to me. It is weird that I am letting myself go through it, fully. Thankfully and almost with no surprise, who I am as I come out of it does justice to the worthiness of such practice. What a reward! Talking about this kind of transformation (or any other kind for that matter), with no background story is as impossible as it would be an act of cowardice. So here is a little background about how I had been validating my ego’s tricks, at my expense, thinking I was empowering myself. Youth really made me believe that impulsiveness was a quality. I believe spontaneity is and I believe I confused the two, for the longest time.   Anyway so, youth made me believe what I needed to believe in order to respond to my ego’s order. Peace being our natural, innate way of living as well as our birthright, the ego will always be threatened by it. You know, just like how some people in your entourage get threatened ...