My ultramarine
Color of the horizon unknown,
insane boldness blue,
My rapt consent,
Electric blue.
My visual enjoyment.
On fingers stained with torment.
We are on different wings that go far.
The victory of the waves over the wind.
A yellow cedar among the blues.
Hanging like a thread on the net.
I draw looks that have no eyes.
Do not look at me.
I see a thousand different things.
Each has its own meaning.
Everything that happens has its reason.


This morning I had breakfast at the bar and the guy from my favorite café gave me the biggest cinnamon cake he had and a good cappuccino with a little heart of cream and all sadness went away, so I smile satisfied and sip the cappuccino. I noticed that fewer and fewer people come here in the morning and I think that having breakfast at the bar has now become a real luxury. I pay 5 euros for a cappuccino and a dessert. So I imagine that for many people, spending 5 euros a day makes a difference, since before you paid half for the same things. Even the premises are no longer as full as before. A simple beer costs 7 euros. Having an aperitif is only for a few. And if you drink a lot and a lot then you spend a whole salary. Here the pardons are very alcoholics. They drink a whole bottle of wine with dinner, not a glass. So then they start driving and make tragedies. Or they drive and hold their smartphone in hand and crash into other cars. I don't drink prosecco, I don't like white wine. I only drink water and non-alcoholic beer because my heart can't handle alcohol. I like loose leaf tea but I only drink herbal teas now. Of the loose leaf tea I liked the one with jasmine and mint. It was delicious. I often took it in the summer and drank it chilled. And I studied while sipping tea, sitting on the balcony or veranda, with several university textbooks to memorize. I watched the cars go by in the street and I also watched the pigeons flying from roof to roof. Sometimes the church bells rang very loud and I couldn't concentrate. People went to the beach and I instead was intent on studying.


Have you ever imagined finding yourself in a bad situation? An absolutely negative existential situation. And then wake up and realize that it was just a simulation to make you appreciate what you already have in your life that you don't appreciate?
Well, I spoiled you a beautiful movie with a very deep meaning. Some have said that they have tried to make a philosophical Matrix but it has nothing to do with the Matrix at all.
But I invite you to really reflect on this "imagine the worst to rediscover what you have and what you may not notice." However, for those who want to see it and want to browse this is the trailer:


You may have wondered: why does everything have to happen so quickly in television programs? Why are guests constantly pressed and pushed to be brief, more and more synthetic, to speak for a few seconds, and then immediately after they are interrupted, because we have to RUN in advertising?
I think the reason is very simple:
haste is in itself a powerful fear intensifier.
Communicating this permanent state of agitation, determined by the lack of time, increases the spectator's state of alarm, and that is ultimately his fear.
Every new event actually arouses concern in human beings, teases us, disturbs us, and so it should push us to UNDERSTAND what is happening, making us grow.
That is, fear is not in itself a bad thing, if it helps us to broaden and deepen our knowledge of reality.
But here the intent is not this at all, here the intent is pure and simple Manipulation, that is, we want to push people to believe very unbelievable things, and to do things they would never want to do.
So mass communication uses the most basic and most effective tools of manipulation:
first of all, as we said, increase fear, keep people in a permanent state of alarm and uncertainty,
so everything has to happen quickly,
there must never be time to think deeply, to better understand what is happening;
then you have to obsessively repeat the same message, but always in a hurry: repeating the stimulus is the most archaic of the means of mental coercion, and propaganda like advertising uses it without any scruple.
When you've put the person in a state of permanent fear, you have to weaken them, somewhat by blaming them: after all, it's your fault if things go so badly; a little flattering her: you are good at doing what I tell you; somewhat isolating it, both presently and emotionally, creating conflicts that turn everyone against everyone, and then increasing it by confusing it with the hasty increase of news that we can never delve into, because there is no time, and we have to RUN into advertising.
Every deviant consideration with respect to the repeated stimulus must be condemned, abrogated, ridiculed, mocked, trivialized, categorized as fake, also shown but in a context that shows its inconsistency, and in the end possibly marginalized from any honorable communication: their dirty and crazy environments of maniacs, narcissists, antisocials, provided however that they do not violate (our, increasingly strict) laws ......
At that point the Manipulator must offer a solution, a way out, which may appear as the only salvation to the poor victim, now exhausted and desperate, who will therefore at that point do what he would never have done in a decent state. serenity, and inner freedom.
Perhaps approving and even thanking his Executioner.
What a horror!
How can we react to this now so shameless system of Manipulation?
We have in a certain sense already indicated it:
Immediately slow down the induced mental frenzy.
Therefore, practice meditation and deep prayer with renewed intensity, simply to clear our poor minds and save them from the poisonous stings of universal Manipulation.
Furthermore, study the issues in depth, seeking different sources, comparing them with great calm and serenity, precisely scientifically, with the true method of rational verification.
Also keep the memory of what Manipulation proposes, and unmask its continuous contradictions, and its pure and simple and truly far-fetched and sometimes scandalous lies.
Finally, always returning to one's deepest feeling, to ask ourselves: but this thing they want to push me into, this conviction that they are so obsessively injecting into me (and excessive repetition is already pure violence in itself), how does it resonate in my heart? in my stomach? how do I feel, beyond the mental intoxication induced by the propaganda?
When we have created a large enough critical mass, which has the strength to follow these small spiritual tricks, and to aggregate in a spirit of friendship, we can begin to challenge the System of Lies in completely new, unprecedented, creative, and overwhelming ways.
Many of us are already working, in reality, with great joy and great confidence, to prepare an exciting Season of Refreshment, of Human Restoration.



You know, I understand why everyone wants to be seen. Nobody looks at you at home and says nice things to you. No one looks at you at work and says nice things to you. Nobody looks at you at school and nobody caresses you. It seems that everyone is absorbed, fallen into the web, into that magically destructive virtual world. Sometimes you talk and the other plays PS or writes to the cell, or has his own thoughts. Then you have to disappear to re-enter each other's lives. He must understand that he can lose you, that you are not a safe presence. When a woman starts showing off so much it means that she has a lot of insecurity and wants co-firmations. But currently it's not just pretty girls who are influencers. I have also seen many people who are grandfathers and grandmothers. It seems absurd that at a certain age one thinks of showing off, in the shop window, one shows life in front of a cam in this way but I have noticed that many people seem to exist only in this way. This way of appearing so narcissistic now seems to be part of our age and seems to be normal. Everyone considers it normal to be seen, talk about their private, intimate lives, tell everything about themselves and also about their families. All on video, all on Tik Tok, revealing the secrets of their lives.


It happened to know guys who can't get out of the family. Despite having destructive relationships with their parents, they still stay at home and make no effort to leave. How come? It happened to me that I didn't get along with my mother but as soon as I was of age and graduated I took off and it was undoubtedly a good thing not to be with my parents anymore. I don't understand what's stopping these guys?
Of course, there are many reasons to stay and have certain comforts but at what price? They are tied to the past, to their childhood, to their destructive parents, but why don't they leave? It seems as if they have chains, but sometimes they put them on themselves.
"We receive a ban on being happy but we must give ourselves permission to be happy, it is our right and duty, and to use all the talents that are in us, spiritual and otherwise. The meaning of life is to break the energy chains of the past through the love for life, through joy, through the understanding that that pain is just a rebirth stairway to the sacred, to the light, to our higher self."


Many women destroy themselves with duets, beauty treatments, massages, plastic surgery and everything that makes them sexy and seductive for men. But men want minors. As soon as a teenager appears then every woman becomes too old, ugly and dull. Only teenagers, young and beautiful, are in the dreams of all men. And many don't care that it's illegal to have sex with them. They pay them a lot of money and they get what they want. Because men hide it but they all want a cheerful and bubbly girl who entertains them and makes their life simple. Men think that grown women are a nuisance and that they are boring. Teenagers are fun and content with expensive gifts, they don't want love, they're just looking for money. Men when they see a teenager are all happy and satisfied.
Men have secret desires about teenagers and they don't tell them to their wives or girlfriends. But they look at sites, photos, chat with teenagers, and meet them secretly. They don't want beautiful women but simply young, very young girls. They don't tell anyone about this, they keep it secret even with their friends. Unfortunately this thing is becoming almost normal and many girls also call themselves DADDY'S GIRL or COQUETTE.
So women can also become very thin, do a thousand beauty treatments but no man will prefer one of their risotto to a teenager. Men hide their true desires and almost never talk about them.
But in many social media these teenagers offer themselves to adult men clearly in exchange for money.
And many men pay very high prices to have them at their disposal.


I gave away my books, to everyone, given away and given to those I thought could at least read them. At least one page, one sentence, but no one has time to read what I write. Friends and acquaintances, people who thanked, because a book has its cost, it's hard work, and a publisher should also get something out of it. I gave them away, I didn't pocket a single cent. But everyone justifies themselves by saying that they haven't had time, that they have been sick, that they recently have health problems. My books end up who knows where and I've only given them away and never asked for anything in return. Shall I call these real friends? No one has an interest in the things I do. I could disappear into thin air and they wouldn't even notice. I will never publish any books again because they don't deserve them. Tomorrow I'll burn everything.


Millennia of wet mosses.
Hundreds of broken branches..
Blood made of lymph.
My breath confused with air.
The earth is a loving mother.
It welcomes my sleep among the roots.
Trees and greenery.
Magical nature.
Stir my blood sap,
It makes me dream of times when I was a tree too.
The light of my soul inside trees that live far from me.
I walk with bare feet on the wet leaves.
I was kidnapped by a fir tree, I found my heart inside its trunk.
I am the queen of these green spirits.
I play with them and I feel happy.
Magic tree.
The heart of nature.
I am the queen of ancient wisdom.
Barefoot I walk towards the Green Light.
I am pure as a fern leaf
Green, dark, supernatural.
The hope that crosses the concrete.
Goblins watch hidden.
The heart of the forest is awake.
It beats and resounds in every cell of nature.
We are just guests.

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