I (again) started organizing a meetup for the Protector – Recovering Memories debut, but this time it seems to be fixed. Only it’s not in London but in Budapest (it’s still on my list to make a meeting there too, so stay updated).
I booked the place and the time, so now I just sit and wait who wants to turn up! 🙂
Loads of things happen around me, week by week. I do my best to catch up with them, though it is really stressful. I got a new job, and a new flat to live in. As to my Protector Project, I submitted my manuscript’s Hungarian version for edition. I think it will be published in October. 🙂
This development makes me happy, however, I feel still very far from living the life I dream of… What would it be like? Making interviews, and meetups, building the turtle shelter and selling the Wingless angels script… At least I’d like to have some rest and good sleep…
I’ve spent fifteen days in a very special meditation retreat near a southern Taiwanese city, 10000 kilometres away from my home. We were doing karmakiller meditation for many hours each day, to help elevating ourselves, our loved ones, and the planet. I learned here that the island gave home to numerous saints and Buddhist (and non-Buddhist) masters in the past. We glimpsed shrines and temples wide around wherever we went. One could feel something sacred being present in the air… This is one of the most famous Buddhist places close to our retreat:
I saw a lot of gekkos and lizards on the walls and the trees, almost every day. They were so cute!
Our flight was pleasant with the Emirates and quite long, the whole journey took more than 25 hours: Budapest – Dubai, Dubai – Taipei, Taipei – Kaohsiung. We ordered vegan meals when booked the seats and we were happy to see they could cook for us – our food was labeled as strict vegetarian.
My fear from flying almost fully disappeared and on our way back I sat to the window. I could see huge part of Mesopotamia, the Euphrates and the Tigris rivers, and the lines of mountains as we progressed towards (and through) Asia Minor. Many of the places where I once lived lied under us… I am so grateful for the experience!
Hi, I feel it’s time for a few new posts! 😛
In the last years I was so lucky and found helpers for my Protector Project. Some of my helpers did proofreading, others created fancy visual models. I thought about giving them some lovely souvenir – and to create a tableau, a kind of hall of fame (I still need a few pics for that). These are the privileged t-shirts, I specially ordered and wrapped up these for them!
All of the shirts contain my blessing and the protective power of the symbol. 🙂
It’s been my plan long ago to publish this essay which analyses the relationships and important characters in the Protector trilogy. I created a google site for it with two pages: Essay and Characters one by one, and I added multiple slides and some pics too.
Leaving this world – what we leave here? What is lost?
Transience is one of the most painful, most incomprehensible, most mystical aspect of our reality. Why I say this? Well, in this year we’ve buried four very important people in my family. The void we feel is still unhealed.
Wise masters say that nothing in this material world lasts, nothing. Everything that gets born will die one day. Inevitably. Mercilessly. This way or the other. Change is the only constant thing we know. However, even though I am aware of these, it keeps causing me hardships to accept transcience. I must remind myself again and again: what we feel is our reality here, is no more than illusion, the play of our mundane minds, something that we will be leaving behind one day.
I think I should be grateful for the time we were allowed to spend together with my loved ones. For the days, for the months, for the years. Yes, it happened that we failed to do our best, but we loved each-other. And that’s what matters. I feel joy when I think at those who left me, because I was so lucky to know them.
If there is anything I learned from my past life memories, it is this: knowing we are souls is always a game changer. Then, suddenly we see ourselves endless, limitless and immortal. Just like all the other people, creatures around us are endless, limitless and immortal. Pieces and owners of the whole universe.
I wrote this poem in 1997 (26.05):
Under the air of
your real clear mind
I’ve found something
there deep deep down
precious chrystal stones
smell of fairies
and used-up things
colours of identity
a man of eternity.
Heaven exists, that’s the place we naturally belong. Here comes my favourite Buddhist picture about the taming of our lower natures (vital self, ego, mind):