PERSONAL JOURNEY

Here we are again in that period of the year when the lights go on everywhere, the memories thicken, the shortcomings become even heavier and that sense of melancholy mixed with joy caresses your soul, supporting you for days. It is a beautiful and difficult period and the state of mind varies according to the personal journey of each of us. We have gone through very hard, difficult and distant moments from affection, hugs and certainties.
There are dull days, in which a thousand setbacks occur, in which the problems to solve, the things to do multiply, in which all the programs skip and you just have to start over. Days in which there is just enough time to stop and sigh, thinking "I can't take it anymore".
Even these days come to an end and what remains on us is a great tiredness which fortunately is accompanied by the awareness of having done everything possible. Especially when we are dealing with many people, for various reasons, it is really difficult to always understand and also always make yourself understood.

One of my wishes is to have fewer days like this or the ability, if I really have to go through them, to be able to live them with greater patience and serenity, to always carry something good with me, even when I really have to dig to find it.
Less nervousness, more smiles. Being able to cushion the impact that other people's wickedness, selfishness, lack of gratitude have on me. Because in the end the problem is this, it's me. I'm still not good, I feel like a sponge that absorbs everything.
I need someone to laugh with me at my weird way of talking to trees.
I can't remember anymore when I was happy and had fun. I whisper to the wind and the clouds.
The rain only in the evening and the blue always on the lips. I let all sorrows and disappointments land on a land without wars and I guess men are not violent.
Tonight I would like to smile for all the people who are here and whom time has left on my way like precious flowers.
You are all often the only eyes I see in the darkness of this war. I am very fragile but you give me a lot of strength and support and I thank you all for being here.
You are beautiful flowers on the street and I see you and find my peaceful silence.
THANK YOU SO MUCH. 

SUPERNOVA LUX

Walk around the world as if it were not extinct elsewhere.
Don’t be competent, don’t try to prove yourself – it’s not necessary. I’m not saying you shouldn’t do anything useful.
Do your thing, but I know the greatest and most real life experiences are in existing.
We see through poetry, painting, love, meditation.
Only greater joy will be able to do something that cannot be reduced to a market.
A reward is spiritual, internal, and manifested by energy.
So if you feel worthless, don’t worry.
You can become a huge tree with a large crown.
And we have to start waving our branches.
We are stronger than them,
we are stronger than any nuclear warhead.
We are eternal stars.
We do not bow under power.
We bring the light to the other place.

PSYCHIC PAIN

The question that each of us has more or less often asked is “Why is there pain?” One cannot remain numb in front of our pains and those of others. There are physical, psychic and spiritual pains and on and on, as you go up the pain is more intense and less understood even if it may seem the opposite. In my opinion, pain is not an accident or, worse, a punishment but it contains hidden purposes. For the body, pain is a defense, an alarm bell, a warning that something is wrong and allows you to run for cover and be cured. No scientist would affirm that the sensation of pain that is felt by touching a flame is useless because it allows to avoid even fatal dangers for the body. Psychic pain, sometimes less understood, is a sense of loneliness, abandonment, the bitterness of unrequited feelings, of misunderstanding and therefore depression. This type of pain prompts the search for someone to help overcome it by identifying the causes and removing the obstacles before the vitality is completely extinguished. Spiritual pain is even less understood, it concerns the spiritual part of man but also includes psychic and physical pain because it takes man in his entirety. The spiritual sick person swears, inveighs against a divinity that he believes is the cause of his pain but is unable to change things. In this life, to establish the natural balance, every pain corresponds to a pleasure and vice versa (as for all dualities): to the fatigue of work and study the pleasure of results, to the sore gums of a child the growth of a tooth, to the the pain of childbirth the birth of a creature, the pain of a cure the pleasure of healing, the fatigue of a climb or a race the pleasure of victory but also: from the pleasure of smoking the pain of cancer, from the satisfaction of alcohol suffering from a cirrhosis, from the pleasure of big eat the problems of obesity. Those who live without pain sooner or later look for it to restore that balance I mentioned above. The handsome, young, rich son of a father leads a life without fatigue but then goes to practice extreme sports, runs with the car, takes drugs because he is in a state of imbalance and nature does not recognize a part of itself I recognize that the mysteries of pain still have unknown roots. Thoughts about pain are also pain in themselves, that of stepping into the shoes of the sufferer. Solidarity in pain very often eases it.

SPIRITUAL PATH

It often happens to complain because it seems that God does not intervene in moments of greatest need or suffering. It seems, in cases like these, that God is distant and uninterested in the problems of the world. But the reality is very different. The apparent absence of God in everyday life is motivated by the fact that we do not pray to Him with sincerity and humility. Thus we read the story of Nineveh, a city so immersed in sin that God intends to destroy it. But the inhabitants of the city decide to listen to the prophet Jonah and what do they do? Are they helpless waiting for their fate? Do they get angry with God, accusing him of being bad and unfair? Are they angry (as almost always happens) with the prophet who tries to warn them? No. None of this. The inhabitants of Nineveh begin to do penance and fasting, to pray to God out of remorse and repentance. God saw their works. Concrete works of sacrifice. He did not see their words in the wind or their trivial promises. He saw the concrete desire to change, to convert. And then God changed His mind and didn’t send the punishment He had in store upon them. One wonders, what if the inhabitants of Nineveh had not repented? Sodom and Gomorrah are the answer. When we demand something from God, do we ever wonder if our conduct is fueled by these good intentions, by contrition for sins, by a willingness to improve, or if we are hoping for a cheap miracle, promising things we will not do?

PRAYER FOR HUMANITY

I believe that divine energy has mysterious ways to reach us. I believe that there are events that have a very important meaning, which happen to make us reflect and understand that there is something that goes beyond our human nature. All my life I thought I had to be like a rock, hard, impossible to move, constantly struggling with life. Only recently I realized that instead I have to be like water, flow in life and let it flow in me, adapt to the path and enjoy every curve of the journey that will take me to my ocean.

I think I have had some signals from my spirit guides. It happened about twice: The first time happened last week while I was drawing: I heard a loud whistle, similar to that of a bell in the whole room that came from a specific point, and when I moved away from the room the sound decreased in intensity, and then increased in intensity. time returned. I asked my mom if she heard that sound too, but she said no. The second time happened last night, just before going to sleep: I was looking at the phone, and I heard that whistle again, but this time it was weaker. I ignored both of them not knowing what to do, because I don’t know how to interact, how to get in touch with the spiritual guides, but the point is that now I’m afraid they won’t contact me anymore, since I silently screwed them up. What a shit figure in front of myself, I think if the spiritual guides stepped on me I would apologize.

Pride is a detestable vice. It makes you blind: you no longer see your own faults. It makes you presumptuous, unjust, bad. Ridiculous vice. Superb because we have money: but wealth is a good outside of us. A dwarf always remains a dwarf even if he is on top of a mountain. Superb because they are young, beautiful, full of strength: but youth is lost day by day: ruit hora… soon we find ourselves old, without boldness, without strength. We observe certain athletes, superb for health: a very fragile good. Just a small vein that breaks, a fall, an insect bite, an infection … we have one foot in the grave, we are more fragile than glass. For a glass to break it needs a stone, a bump … we break for much less. Intelligence: so fragile … a thyroid dysfunction, a sudden emotion, a premature senility and we are poor beings to be admitted to nursing homes.

How foolish our pride is. We should rethink ourselves like little leaves on a tree. Be humble and small like sparrows. I am a little robin. It doesn’t matter if I’m as small as a leaf. I pray for this humanity that is killing itself. I sing for her, I am giving all my energy to this humanity. Please if you are religious or spiritual, join me, let’s join all energies together, no matter the name of the deity, no matter our differences, now, let’s join the divine energy of our heart to save this humanity.

PHILOSOPHICUS

Not safe as help, as to save you, perhaps from the very beginning I could not save you, from your mystery, your thoughts … bastards able to obscure all that was beautiful around you. I didn’t rush to understand how you didn’t rush to see how I saw you, fragile, alone, confused, but you loved and I didn’t have a message, I didn’t send a message when uncertainty prevailed. Some of the most famous, mysterious, mysterious. Secondly, I was just a fragile troop for this world, a world that is not capable, which is not in the degree of good luck, and you are why I do not love, but you love me, that it is part of this world, so tell me, how is it possible? I would like to feel you at the same time love you.

I fell into one of my pathetic periods of closure. Often, with human beings, good and bad, my senses simply detach, they get tired: I let it go. I am polite. I nod yes. I pretend to understand, because I don’t want to hurt anyone. This is the weakness that got me the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often find myself with a ribbed soul, reduced to a kind of dish of spiritual noodles. It does not matter… My brain shuts down. I listen. I answer. And they’re too dull to realize I’m not there …

Porcupines huddle together to fight the cold. Their body, however, is covered with sharp spikes, which causing them pain, forcing them to move away. This is the paradox of porcupines, their need to be close to each other while hurting themselves. Schopenhauer tells it and then Freud is also interested in it, because the same happens in human relations. The closer we get to another, the more we risk being hurt. The pains of one become the pains of the other, the quarrels hurt like quills, and force one to leave. But during the winter, the cold continues to loom, and porcupines left alone risk dying. They then decide to huddle, even though they are aware of getting hurt. The dilemma arises from the paradox: what is the right distance to keep from others? Porcupines will stop suffering when they find the correct distance, not too far away so they don’t freeze, and not too close so they don’t get stung. Even if it hurts, we need others. The closer another person is to us, the more we open up to them and let them be part of us, the more we risk colliding with pain. The more we love, the weaker and more at risk we are, but despite our wounds, love saves our lives. We need to have someone close, but without straying too far from ourselves, from what we are and what we want.

Men were born and raised in a cave, they are chained, then forced to remain imprisoned there, always in the same position. Behind them is a fire that reflects before their eyes the shadows of what is happening in the outside world. This is all they see. One of them, however, manages to free himself and comes out, he is dazzled by the sunlight and sees nothing, he wants to go back to the cave, since he believes only what he had there is true and good. This tells the myth of Plato’s cave. The cave represents the daily life in which we are all imprisoned. The man who comes out of it sees the truth of things, but does not understand it. If none of us are aware of what is in front of us, it is as if that did not even exist. It is not easy, but how many times, perhaps, we find ourselves in front of a happiness, a satisfaction, a kind gesture, a truth, and we do not realize it because it is easier to settle down in our daily life, in the thought that everything is wrong and wrong . It is easier to be sad than to struggle to be happy. It is a gesture that requires effort, violence, but it is definitely worth it. In fact, Plato continues to tell that if man were forced to stay outside and open his eyes to what he sees, over time he would be able to recognize everything, the sun would no longer blind him. And once he saw it, but never would he want to go back to the cave. Even if he did so, the other prisoners would not believe him, they would even be willing to kill him. This is because it is a choice that depends solely on us. We must learn to love what we have and which, too many times, we don’t even recognize. Happiness is a choice, we must have the strength to make it, only in this way will we find our sun.

( All artworks by Kate McDowell)

SPIRITUAL LOVE

You humans struggle to chase after idols and desires that do not satisfy you and do not sedate your true needs. Because your essence is of different substance and your heart is different element. In vain you rage around goods and food for your matter forgetting that you are not here to live forever on this planet but you are only passing through and you will only stay here for a fraction of time that you cannot decide. Your flesh is troubled and your heart is tormented by things that do not belong to your spirit. You are part of that light which does not divide worlds but unites them. Unfortunately, you have forgotten the wonder of your light and mistake day for night. Ù Your feet get tired in exhausting paths to follow ideologies and religions that do not give you any benefit and joy. Your eyes get tired of reading sacred works that do not make you better. What miracle are you still waiting for that hasn’t already happened? Your waiting is full of useless expectations as you are ready to go but you remain still and cannot think that you can be other than yourself and what others see of you. Open your hearts and realize that you are not alone and that the light is already with you, you only have to accept it in the love that the Father has given you as the only and supreme strength to reach his Kingdom. You are strong, you can expand your essence and join the infinite energy of which all of you are made. Forget the matter that limits you and become aware of yourself and your divine love.