miercuri, 23 iulie 2014

La revedere dragi prieteni

E vremea sa inchei cu ganduri frumoase o poveste despre viata mea.
Un scenariu trait complet, urmat de o pasionala poveste de dragoste traita complet, au creat un film care a avut un final fericit.
Dupa un ecran cu "the end" poate incepe sa ruleze altceva.
Ma declar multumita de tot trecutul meu si fac loc lucrurilor noi in viata mea.
Poate ca o sa mai scriu - pentru ca o fac terapeutic. Dar in alt loc si altfel.

Va multumesc celor care m-ati citit pentru tot sprijinul pe care l-am simtit. Desi de multe ori a fost invizibil si tacut a fost real.

La revedere dragi prieteni.

Cu recunostinta,

PS Oricand ma gasiti aici: monicachiroiu@gmail.com.

marți, 22 iulie 2014

Cand timpul are rabdare sa curga firesc

Timpul are o proprietate de elasticitate (sau plasticitate?) fantastica.
Cateva ore fac uneori cat o viata.
Zeci de ani din trecut nu iti aduc senzatia de consistenta a experientei cat iti aduce cateodata o singura zi.
Am parti in mine pe care le stiu deja imbatranite, inca de cand le-am constientizat. Iar altele habar nu au ca exista timp. Le regasesc neatinse, exact ca la facerea lumii.
Au fost perioade cand timpul a avut multa rabdare cu mine si mi-a dat ragazuri luuuungi sa traiesc evenimente majore in liniste, intr-un ritm suportabil. Au fost si perioade in care am avut parte de timp dar de unul nelinistit, nerabdator, fara niciun respect pentru umilele mele puteri de a trai vremurile acelea. Nu aveam timp de nimic, nici de meditat, nici de gandit, nici de gustat viata. Abia ma tineam dupa el, gafaind alergata intr-o cursa cu obstacole, cu foarte rare time-out-uri.
De astazi (ba chiar de ieri) timpul meu a devenit din nou rabdator cu mine. Nu mai cronometreaza nimic. Imi ofera ragazul contemplatiei. Eeeee, alta viata..... Pot sa privesc cerul, cu Soarele rostogolindu-se pe o sfera albastra - minunata iluzie optica a unei lumi in care timpul e bun si bland. E timpul vietii mele.

vineri, 18 iulie 2014

Neal - despre suflet

Dear Monica,

For me, the beginning of the most fruitful, exciting and rewarding time of my life was the moment I realized I had a soul.

Before then, I didn't know what "having" a soul really meant; I didn't know what the soul was, or what it did.

And I had no idea what my soul could offer me or do for my life.

My soul might as well not even have been there for all the good it was doing me. I mean, it was there, but I wasn't receiving any benefit from its existence.

To me, the soul was simply a concept. It had no practical function in my day-to-day life whatsoever.

But the day I realized that my soul could be more than a mere concept, and was instead an actual functioning, practical, meaningful, and useful part of my day-to-day existence, was in fact the most exciting and rewarding day of my life up to that point.

It entirely changed the way I looked at myself and everything that had ever happened to me.

What I've since come to understand is that I am a more complex entity than I ever could have imagined—and certainly far more complex than I thought myself to be when I was a child.

My parents never taught me anything about my soul.

Neither did my teachers in school. Nor did I hear about it from any minister, priest or rabbi.

It was as if the concept of the soul, and the true function of the soul, was a secret no one was allowed to allude to or contemplate.

Not that I blame any of the people from my childhood or hold it against them. After all, they weren't told by their elders about the soul, either.

It's a terrible shame that the few messengers and teachers through the centuries who have explained these truths about the soul to us have been largely ignored, ridiculed or marginalized.

Some have even been killed for their beliefs. One particular messenger you might have heard about was actually crucified.

The human species has a habit of crucifying and murdering people who reveal points of view about life that are contrary to what our Elders and the Ancients have passed on to us.

And here's where humanity gets even further away from the truth . . .

Most of us think life is only about our own health, prosperity, happiness and love.

But we did not come to physicality upon the earth just to achieve those goals.

All this time, since the dawn of civilization, we've been missing the biggest prize.

We haven't even fathomed that there may be a deeper, more profound truth regarding what life is all about.

We have refused to entertain questions about the function and mission of our soul, and what it means to us as individuals and as a civilization.

But here's what I know to be true after 70 years on Earth, and after many, many conversations with God about the meaning and purpose of life:

The human soul is a direct expression and a singular individuation of Divinity, much like a drop from the ocean is both part of the ocean but not the entirety of the ocean itself.

The soul entered into physicality, or the individual reality of each and every one of us, in order to create an unlimited experience of Divinity, not a limited experience of humanity!

Your friend,
Neal Donald Wlasch