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Enclosed I roam from star to star, I travel endlessly, I whisper and my breath unfolds behind me as a vale, a shooting star, a comet on its way and growing, growing with each lightyear passing by, O yes, there is much pleasure in this roaming , it is creation of a Master Plan and still this roaming is continuing, and when from time to time I reach the boundaries of my confinement, I feel a sudden shiver, as if some unseen hand is there to push me back, or could it be the vale behind that keeps on coming back, I wonder. So here I am, inside and out, no matter how the journey goes, there always will be worlds to enter and others then to leave behind, the roaming will continue , on and on, no ending, no beginning, so is the roaming in the Womb of Being, the cavern of His Master’s Plan.Mother
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Willen
Wij willen aan de wereld draaien, meester van de schepping zijn,
wolken mennen, zaaien, oogsten, golven temmen, wij willen op
het water lopen, maken, rennen, horizonten drinken, oceanen
bouwen, wij willen ademen en maaien, graaien, laaien, zwelgen
tot de laatste snik, wij willen niet verzadigen maar gulzig scheppen,
wij willen zweven tussen sterren en niet beven, nee niet beven, leven
willen wij, reiken naar de overkant en bruggen bouwen over alle
tranen heen, kan ik verdergaan?
Wij willen aan de wereld draaien, dood versagen, hunkeren, niet
luisteren naar de stemmen van de nacht, wij willen hemel zijn,
tronen , zon en maan zijn, het heen en weer gaan van getijden,
stempels drukken in de verste hoeken, tot ver voorbij kometen,
binnendringen in atomen, volgen, leiden, zal ik verdergaan?
Wij willen aan de wereld draaien, de aarde willen wij aan onze voeten,
wij willen zijn de vleugelslag eroverheen, wij willen wind zijn waarmee
wij dan varen, over en door alle stormen heen en nooit versagen,
alle zeilen bij, wij willen moeder zijn en vader, zoon en dochter,
mensenkind, medestander, tegenstander, overwinnen en op alle vragen
antwoord vinden, zelfs voor de spiegel willen wij niet wijken,
nooit bezwijken, wil ik verdergaan, of vul jij nog aan, verder willen
of verstillen?
foto: zonsopgang, Dordogne, augustus 2012
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Tags: antwoord, draaien, verstillen, vraag, vragen, wereld, willen
Shaman Womb Walk
August 2012, Dordogne/Périgord France, cradle of Cro Magnon, River Côle
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ANTILLIA School Project
This Summer of 2012 I finally made a dream come true, a dream I cherished more than 30 years ago (1979) when I started my ‘professional’ life as a secondary school teacher (see “Aboutman“): creating my own school. In August we start with a first “course”/ workshop which also is a holiday on “COINCIDENCE / SYNCHRONICITY / TOEVAL”. We do this at a beautiful & powerful location in Dordogne/Périgord, France from August 3rd to August 10th 2012. Always welcome!
For more info (e.g. on the name of the school), other courses, workshops, holidays etc just go to: ANTILLIA
We hope to welcome you, as a student, as a teacher or as just YOU in the TIME to come
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Homeland
What happens when the snow has melted?
The undercovered now returns to light,
my eyes have to adjust and for a moment now
it seems as if the world becomes a darker place,
it is returning to the homeland without feeling
home, as if it were another one who has now
occupied the ground, the landlord long forgotten
and his name not welcome anymore, though
everything is still in place, there is an uninhabited
emptiness not leaving any room for memories,
it feels as an awakening to new beginnings,
the only company old tools to start reboot.
What happens when the snow has melted?
Tell me the truth, uncover then discover how
everything what at first sight lay hidden, now
is adjusted and waiting for your memory
to get stored, so focus right, become new light,
be the blueprint that the snow has melted.
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Tags: snow, memory, light, homeland, memories, truth, awaken, awakenings, awakening















