Yin and Yang is not really
Black and White,
Good and Evil. It's simply...
You and Me.
That's the ultimate dichotomy. ☯️
Thus spoke me.
Yin and Yang is not really
Black and White,
Good and Evil. It's simply...
You and Me.
That's the ultimate dichotomy. ☯️
Thus spoke me.
Thanx to Christina Christidou, Elementation is now irresistibly adorable. Spread the word. And, don't forget to hug a tree.
‘Write. All rooms are quiet now. Only the moon light. No one will call. Get up, turn on the laptop, and write.’
‘I’m sleeping.’
‘You’re talking guff.’
Fear is the belief that your life is determined by external factors that, of course, you can't trust.
Love is the feeling that 'the other' is part of you. Love is the feeling that Everything is part of you, and you are part of Everything. Thus you have nothing to fear or mistrust.
Parallel to that: 'Whoever has eyes sees... ears listens' etc etc.
Lotous
Dear Future Historian,
I am passing by your pages to ask you if at your time things are still the same.
I returned yesterday from an art program that managed to help my mental health more than all the years of therapy I've ever done.
More on that on a less busy day. Today I want to focus on what happen after.
Returning home, I found Mormons in my house telling to my 83 year old mother--that is in the early stages of dementia--that the devil is making her not convert to their dogma (or whatever it is). My very Greek -Orthodox mum was having a panic attack. She felt very vulnerable, and unable to defend her self and her faith. I had to ask to talk to their supervisor on the phone to manage to get them off my house, and when they stepped out they asked my nephew (that happened to be with us) to come out with them to ask him a question privetly.
Their question was for him to confirm if the house is mine!!
When they left my mum did her Greek-Orthodox cross sign and blessed me from saving her from these preditors, as she saw them.
Conclusion:
Church is making people in need have panic attacks.
Arts make people 'fly'.
I hope at your time, my dear future historian, people are safer from house attacks by imaginary devils.
25/08/2023
Dear contemporary westerners,
What’s the matter with you?
It’s like too much McDonald’s mushed your brains, or
something.
Today, in the Greek news channel, they said that a bunch of not-so-west-friendly-countries
came up with a union between them. I did not hear anything about that on the
BBC.
It’s like you people never heard any story ever, or ever played a single videogame. Do you not see what is happening? They have most of the energy resources and they seem to be more determined to cooperate with each other than we are.
Deal? What deal? Oh! That deal. I think you’re missing the point of ‘the deal.’ The deal was I manage the rules. And you just apologise for existing. Apologise for trying. Feel sorry for kissing the frog and expecting a Prince. You want a gentleman? That's discrimination to monsters. Sleep alone today and reflect on your unreasonable expectations of respect for yourself.
Blessed be those who read to listen and not to judge.
Blessed be those who keep their eyes open not only to look at the form, but to see the context, for they will be the first to hear the new narratives.
As I am preparing my rope with reverence, I am wondering what Odin was thinking during the nine days that he was hanging from the tree of life, how he filled his mind with pride of his humbleness.
What a jerk! That is what all gods have in common, I suppose.
Some of you know that I moved to the UK with my daughter from Greece back in 2014 and my son was born here in Kent the same year. I think the journey of an immigrant really starts in a way after arriving to a new country. I love the UK. I love the rich culture and history. I love the nature and the people. Yet sometimes I feel like an outsider and it's hard to know if I'm being discriminated because I'm an immigrant or because I'm autistic. I am wearing a sunflower lanyard because I stutter when I talk with strangers and at the supermarket tills, I felt people were looking at me wondering if I can even speak English.
Before my late diagnosis in the autism spectrum, I had no idea about my sensory issues. And no amount of observational skills could help me realise my sensory sensitivity with only myself as a reference.
Maybe I'm just too cynical for rhyme.
It's a cynical aeon anyway.
So, I am not
even special that way.
Oh, look at that, a random rhyme. You see?
Dear Future Historian,
My cat has no idea about the pandemic. No clue at all. She is just laying here carelessly, on her cushion-bed, completely unaware that this is the first time that I am living in something you see on the ‘news.’ It’s a bit like being inside a post-apocalyptic movie, hoping it’s not a Tarantino film.
Dear future historian,
I have an assessment left in a couple of days, and some other stuff I must first do, before I can enjoy your company again; but.. my sunflower scheme interview is on YouTube, and I thought to share the links with you here.
Quick question (20 seconds) :
Chat (4min 31sec) :
#raiseawareness
30/08/2020
Wow! My summer blog-posting challenge is officially completed! Now a new season is about to start, a season with uni and school commutes.
8:35pm
Dear future historian,
Remember my Sartre comment last time? At uni's forum now
they speak about self-creation, Sartre, the idea that a certain human
nature isn't a thing.. and all that.
The conversation started by a tutor with this video:
What strikes me most in that idea is that: 'According to Sartre, every choice reveals what we think a human being should be.'
Dear future
historian,
There is
something very weird going on with me. I don’t know if it’s my neurodiversity
or whatever.. but I noticed it yesterday.
So, I was
reading a small thought experiment, not designed to make you decide or question
something, just asks you to focus on you bodily sensations, as you hear a story
you are supposed to star in.
It's your birthday, and the whole day is a disaster, from one unpleasant surprise to the next, but at the end your friends through you a surprise party. And.. how did each incident made us feel, in our body.. specifically. The practice required very detailed attention on sensations.