If you’re reading this, coming in, I’d want you to see this blog as a “The Recollection of Unfinished Wisdoms” you get to see snapshots per post of, yet the book is the whole thing, and only those who dare to read the whole thing will gain the Wisdom of it all, but it’s not necessary, as it’s all based on the level of bandwidth you walk in with, and how much further you’re willing to expand it. And the understanding that even just one post might do the work for you, as each and every single one of them has the Micro to the Macro and the Macro to the Micro.
Not through shame, but with Love.
I have helped on the Love and compassion part, you get to fill in your own box, from my box.
It’s an unravelling open book to Source, in reflection of what life is, or at least perspectives of life you might have not encountered just yet, with the intention to widen your mental bandwidth to allow more light to pass through.
This is why I write. Not to be admired. Not to be archived. But to transmit something living. Something raw, true, and alive.
And maybe that’s the deepest truth: the art will evolve, the medium will change, and the world will try to pin us down — but the current that moves through us when we’re aligned? That’s the real masterpiece.
So often we confuse the art for the artist, the poem for the poet, the message for the messenger. We idolize the output and forget the source. But what if the real offering isn’t the song, or the performance, or the blog post — but the way someone dared to show up in their wholeness while making it?
The inspiration of this specific snapshot was the concert I attended yesterday, Mortimer, a reggae conscious artist who just reflected such profoundness in his “halftimes” and in doing so brought us closer to ourselves and encouraged to extend that to our neighbours standing there with us. It was magical.
It allowed me to give love to the fears of being on stage, of fame, of recognition, of wealth and seeing a free flow of emotions through his vulnerability about being creators before operators of our daily lives, of his own inadequacy that give him the sustenance to keep getting better and wiser for him and his family; in a way it showed me how it doesn’t matter the circumstances who I am will never change, cause I have one heart and for as long as I keep being and choosing to follow my heart, nothing can move me away from my core self, no matter what.
I can see how my fear of winning at life was linked to the fear of losing myself in that, by seeing how many greats have come before and somewhere along the way got derailed from their initial intentions to just create, and I can see now how they got derailed because they might have missed given a universal purpose to their creations. Which isn’t necessarily a cross, though it can be seen as such, yet fuels the same cycles of ignorance to whoever comes into engagement with them, not mischievously, though we do know some do, it’s about the type and frequency of remembrance we want to cultivate within us and the other.
There’s a video of MJ where he’s singing one of his songs and there’s a quote “I died in my sleep” and he instantly goes “I don’t want to die in my sleep!”, that is because he understood the power of his creations, and the power of cultivated narratives. Now, if you know his story his fear became reality, not from karma but from unclaimed dharma, that’s what karma really is. Adn as we are all oart of the same source, the more you claim and give love to, the more Dharma you become elegible for.
We can take that aversion to something, draws it in more, which is an intricate perspective I can see while writing of how we fight for what runs away, and get attracted by what doesn’t need us, consciously to soulfully.
Our biggest fears develop in the physical until nurtured with love, as if, if we don’t nurture them in thought, they will show up to be nurtured in the physical. So be careful about what you reject in life in thought, as it’s like a pendulum of love.
You’ll see further down I stated of dying in sleep too, and some other things people don’t like to talk about or think about simply because they don’t know how to compartmentalise it with their lives and minds. I mourn with love, appreciation and gratitude to the all, so see this as my mental cemetery of thoughts I caught before falling in the transmission of the physical, by philosophising life and I also wrote about how I give love to them, so that it helps you reader to guide your own mind in the healing of that snapshot of thought.
Yes I’m expanding your mind to places you might have never seen before under certain lights, but I also give you the tools to understand it, navigate it, ground it and give love to without feeling like your expanding yourself outside of self without foundations to land on.
So fear not, if anything does trigger your emotions, deconstruct them and allow my words to help you with an expansive perspective to facilitate your extension of love to aspects of life we all encounter on a daily, monthly, yearly basis, yet forget, don’t get remembered, taught.. how to engage with them.
Every single page will have a lesson, a perspective, a new way of looking at life, some touch hell and some touch heaven, perspective is the key here, and I want you to see my creations as a mind app. One that tells a story of its own, but also brings you in the story, a book you can read through infinite combinations, and will be in full alignment with your own resonance and what you need to hear at that specific moment in time, no matter the direction.
Just like Mortimer reminded me of last night, we get to utilise our creations to bring people together and the only way to bring people together, is to bring them together in the within, first.
There’s something quietly radical about watching someone express themselves with so much freedom, it becomes a kind of mirror. That’s what Mortimer did for me.
It wasn’t just what he said — though the message was potent. It was who he was while saying it. Unapologetic. Present. Fully himself. And through that, he reminded me: It is the person behind the creation that makes the creation sacred — not the other way around.
Thank you, Mortimer. For being the message. You reminded me that the boldest art is the act of being fully, shamelessly, you.
From one box to another. From one Time to another. From one Soul to another.
One person’s rubbish is always someone else’s Gold, and our creations are our “Frankenstein”s, see it as such, treat it as such.
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