I can’t even say how many times I have died in only this lifetime. I’ve become really good at it. I went through so many cycles of death and rebirth. So much that was not „me“, not „my essence“ was dying off. Mental concepts, individual and collective non-spiritual and spiritual stories, emotional trauma and conditioning,… Continue reading The Art of Dying
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Body Memories
Lately, I have a hard time finding linear words for the multidimensional experiences that have become the new normal for me. I am seeing and feeling ALL, everything and nothing relating to everything and nothing. Ever since all attachments and identities have transformed into oneness, I find it sometimes close to impossible to represent the… Continue reading Body Memories
Death of “Me”
This morning, I died. I woke up, and something felt very different. I was emptier than ever before. Incredibly tired. A feeling of grief. I could feel that this was the completion and end of something. I sat in the bathtub, I was looking at the foam, all these little soap bubbles, each of them… Continue reading Death of “Me”