Saying Goodbye to a Hero

The eagle and the boy The eagle is putting his hand on the shoulder of the boy The eagle has a powerful golden crown, good for wars The boy has a soft, dreamy, eternal blue-sun hat   The eagle holds a golden rod And is the owner of many rods The boy has hands of…

Pain and Light

The pain has become constant. Day and night the currents of energy going through both my feet seem to tear my flesh as they pass through the nerves. This night there was nothing that I could do to stop the pain. I could meditate. I did. I paid attention to all my experiences. All the…

Crisis

It is a strange period of time. I am waiting to start a series of workshops about intuition. I had an idea about financing the book that I have written. I mentioned it to my partner and she rejected the idea very strongly. This stopped me in my tracks. I became frozen for a few…

I Free Mom From my Needs

  I see my mother suddenly in my imagination. I feel so sad for her bad experiences. Mom, I say, I think you can go free now. I don’t hold anything against you any more. I know what you had gone through. I know you did not know what you were doing. I forgave you…

Night Horror

I have a terrible night with the pain. It is strong all the time and does not stop, in spite of all my tricks. Maybe I sleep a little here and there. Not much. The pain is strong all the time. I sit and do EFT. This is a strong technique and usually it makes…

You Are in My Dream

One drawing can have two different meanings, and both can be right. If I look at the composition, it looks like different characters, each being busy with his own plan, work or play. They belong to some collaborative effort. They are different from each other but somehow live in the same space and do some…

The Nerves

It came to me to draw the nerves. It happened when I was in pain and drew, of course, without knowing what I was doing. I did not draw the pain as before. When I finished I thought that it looked like nerve cells that were trying desperately to connect and it did not work….

Where is My Freedom?

Right after posting ‘The Dark Pursuers‘ I have to move the car for parking regulation. I double park where the police do not ticket and go to the Hungarian Pastry Shop, across the street from the Cathedral of St. John The Divine. I sit in the deepest and darkest corner, and this is why I…