TIME IS ON MY SIDE

A couple of years ago my mother said to me : YOU NEED EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE. THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE. THERE IS NO TIME TO BE BORED.

Does time really exist? Or is it another framework developed by man because man simply needs always some sort of structure. Is it an illusion of the human mind because many of us can not imagine more than one live? So there has to be a beginning and an end. Are we creating time ourselves by giving it the right to exist?

And if time exists does, if we have created it, does it serve us or hurt us ?

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

Years after my mother said the most fundamental sentence someone has ever said to me since my birth I would still take a step further and say : YOU NEED EVERY SECOND OF YOUR LIFE. 

There is absolutely no time to waste, no time to fight, no time for discontent and for complaints. 

By believing this the only consequence is that every day should be spent in creating something positive and valuable.

I do not mean however by that that life should be lived in a hurry and with the pressure and the fear that it will end soon and there will be no more chances. In fact there will be many more opportunities and chances.

But the seconds that you have been given in this life are one of the ingredients amongst others needed to complete your Work of life. The Masterpiece, our own special creation that we should give birth to and that sleeps inside us is created through time. 

I do not believe that we have only one life, I seem to know that we live many more. 

Unfortunate is that we can only remember the other lives when we have reached a higher state of spiritual Development. We remember when we evolve further. 

And then the concept of time becomes clearer and it is possible to understand that time is a continuum that is in fact continued through eternity and our lives.

We will be able to remember all the creative processes in detail in which we have been engaged before but we will also remember the beauty of our creations.

We will have the same knowledge that a tree possesses that has created a sculpture of amber over time- and there is also the knowledge how it is to be inside the amber. To be the amber.

Looking at live from this angle it does not matter anymore how many years it took for one man to finish the Sistine chapel but that it had to be completed up to a certain point...

IN THE LAST DYING LIGHT OF HIS OWN EYES IN ONE LIFE

And when we reach the port of entry to another world nobody stops us or says DO NOT ENTER. The guard  and the waving hand we see is in our mind only.

TIME IS ON YOUR SIDE. SO ENTER

Writing A Book Is No Easy Thing

I was told by one of my friends last night that I should start writing a novel or a book. She said it's overdue.

She said also that I should not just throw my thoughts and reflections out into the world, or for the matter of fact into your face, you treasured friends and readers. She said this was to easy.

I have been told so repeatedly. That it's time for me to write a book.

TRUE. I know for sure I am writer. I am born to write because words come easy to me like bees to the honey and I am story teller in real life.

The problem is just where to start. There is material for 12 books. Yes I think I could do twelve or more in my life time. Long big books. But where to start, where to start...............

Would I have been born 500 years earlier I would have spent my life with great pleasure traveling on a horse-wagon through the countryside, pausing here and there in small villages and earning a coin for every story told. Making people believe. Drinking wine and eating roasted goats-meat in my free time. A man of no conventions and no responsibilities, traveling free like a goose in winter.

But I also fancy myself in the orient, in hot and dry countries- the world of beautiful women in veils. I could have done a little bit of Persian carpet selling at the side. And by the way, I would have been a man for a change 500 years back .

And in the unlikely event that my stories should have dried up - there would be always a nice tea-drinking and resting place on top of the carpets in the airy corner shop with two doors on the market of which I would be the owner. Watching the women in their veils pass by would make me more than happy. Life is great and simplicity is happiness.

Which does not help us with the question now how I will get my first book onto paper? I am not even thinking about publishing but to have it in black and white in front of me would be a miracle.

I have been turning this thought an eternity in my head. So now it's decided. Faites vos jeux.

The book will be written. And unlike the tree in the picture it won't take an eternity anymore to grow.