Copiii indigo - raspuns

Deci din cate am inteles, dvs, in baza articolelor publicate de catre oamenii de stiinta contemporani si a cunostiintelor acumulate, legati intr-un fel abilitatile copiilor indigo de dezvoltarea ADN-ului uman, dar si a abilitatii creierului de a percepe realitatea intr-un mod mai corect, fiind posibila astfel, intr-un viitor mai mult sau mai putin indepartat, armonizarea cu universul si alte entitati existente in realitatea cunoscuta (avand in vedere teoria universelor paralele, ar exista mai multe planuri de realitate, gen 11 din cate am inteles). Aprob, dar vreau sa pun accent pe latura spirituala si idealista a chestiunii. Acesti copii, care multi nu mai sunt copii deja, pot deschide ochii lumii, doar ca... nu le este acordata sansa.

Am un motiv foarte intemeiat pentru intrebarile puse. Obisnuita fiind cu oameni din generatia dvs care sunt foarte reticenti in ceea ce priveste acest subiect, al persoanelor care pot intr-adevar sa faca o diferenta, am intrebat cu scopul de a vedea daca intr-adevar se gasesc persoane mai varstnice care au puterea psihica si flexibilitatea principiilor de a vedea dincolo de limita impusa de gandirea colectiva.

In ceea ce priveste copii deosebiti prezenti in fiecare generatie, dar care nu au fost valorificati, parerea mea este ca aruncand o privire in istoria omenirii si indeosebi asupra momentelor de capatai, acestia au aparut in numar mai mic datorita importantei scazute a evenimentelor dpdv al stadiului de evolutie al omului. Au fost acolo la momentul potrivit, insa omenirea nu s-a aflat niciodata intr-o mai mare criza decat acum. Cum ati spus si dvs, omenirea se autodistruge in prezent, ceea ce n-a facut pana acum niciodata, deoarece in zilele noastre s-a ajuns la un prag al constiintei umane greu de depasit considerand antecedentele evolutive ale acesteia, etape trecute mult mai usor in trecut.

Sunt curioasa in mod special de potentialul pe care il au copiii indigo si cum si-l pot valorifica.

Nu ma intelegeti gresit, nu sunt in gradul de a judeca, ci doar de a afla, e un fel de cercetare in scopuri personale

To Be

Sa stii c-am invatat sa zbor. Si zbor, in fiecare zi mai departe, cu fiecare fum de tigara mai usor, cu fiecare respiratie rece mai repede. Imi bate inima si asta nu e lucru nou. Dar lucru nou e ca acum o si simt, dar nu simt inima - organul, simt sufletul. Da, exista, in lumea mea exista si tind sa cred ca e lumea reala, de fapt nu tind, ci chiar cred ca e lumea reala.
Zbor, si am vrut ca tu sa stii asta, am vrut sa iti dedic unul din zborurile mele catre Nou. Poate intr-o zi ti-l voi dedica.
Gata, nu-mi mai pot taia aripile cum au facut-o inainte, acum sunt libera, zbor si fara aripi, zbor cu Fiinta. E alegerea mea daca sa ramin la sol ori ba. E alegerea mea... si aceasta e mare lucru. Gindesc si simt si inchid ochii, e cel mai frumos sentiment, e un sentiment desigur, ma invirt intr-o frenezie de ceaiuri, tigari, vorbe si concluzii.
Acum e vis si atunci imi tine spate, ma sprijina. N-am uitat nimic, dar nici nu vreau sa mi-amintesc. Scriu Paradoxul asa cum il vad si imi formez propriile concepte. Nimeni nu-mi poate lua lumea, e a mea, si sunt egoist de mindra de asta. Cum pot coexsita egoismul si mindria? Who knows, maybe it's just a coincidence. I don't believe in coincidences like I don't believe in coffee or Coke.
Alunec acum, nu mai zbor, am renuntat putin caci ar putea sa ma faca dependenta. M-as putea prabusi, desi nu cred in prabusiri irecuperabile. De aceea merg inainte.

Noapte buna, sper ca vei citi asta si intr-o zi de maine.

And I feared my tears would come out screaming from my eyes as I was telling Fede what I felt. But they didn't, as usual. I can't cry anymore for any serious reason, it just feels weak. I fantasise about having beside me the boy I met almost 2 months ago but who represents a breaking of my principles, I think how wonderful it would be to find my inner peace soon beeing conscious in the same time that I have to wait untill I'm 40 to achieve that and just push away any hopes because I feel desorientated and don't want to be illuded anymore. Don't really know what I'm doing, don't really see on which side I'm fighting or if I'm even fighting... don't know why I told Fede that I didn't like staying with my mom, I should have shut up on that one because I kinda' made a promiss to myself that I would suffer in silence if there were ever something to suffer about...
Shrugging helps sometimes, it makes my had somewhat clearer... frowns twist my face in an unpleasent shape. Can't help thinking that I want to be away from my mom so badly because I can't stand her piercing voice when something goes like she doesn't want it to. I understand her frustration too, you know; she said to me the other day "always being in the middle class, never higher, never lower"... I told her "you should be glad for this"... yes... it seems that life has been to her like italian teachers are to students when giving grades: you smash your head(metaphore) to do something better that usual, but you never get the maximum reward because somebody or something doesn't feel like giving it to you. I'm so sorry, I don't want to be unthankful or ungrateful, I really don't, but a conflict between my rational side and my heart-driven side is confusing me, making me see both parts and unable to find middle-way to work things out. Yes, I'm a looser from this point of view...I loose to one of the sides usually, never get to please them both. I thought I could accept my destiny, to be at the service of others from a personal point of view, but it seems like I can't do that without protesting at some point. I don't usually protest out loud, but inside me is enough I think.
I got it: I should stop thinking!...if I only could...
But please, don't mind me, you couldn't understand the things I'm talking about anyway. I seemed to have found a person that understood me; now we're separated by 100 things. I still thinkg about her a lot, hope she thinks about me too, hope everything's gonna be allright..
Jusst goes to show, we all get what we deserve

A special kind of Us

And I watched my chocolate girl swaying her body across the room. Chocolate hair, chocolate skin, chocolate deep eyes... and a sweet voice that's singing one of my favourite songs. "She's not one of us" I dare to whisper to my consciense, although I know it won't listen to me... just because it has its own ways.
"How many times have I told you not to play with people's sight?" I say to her in a soft and rather appealing voice.
"Many times" she answers me in a small, shivering voice, soft as a petal and light as a bird's joyful song in the full summer season.
"Then why do you still do it?" I ask her a little bit more serious this time, even if I know very well that the only thing she'll do is sweep across the floor a little more, with her light-sounded paces. Oh God, I can't even hear her steps clearly. They're like soft background music in a wild scene of fighting panters.
"Because I know they like it, all of them... It's like romantic poetry to me...written by a poet that's never been in love - both soft and gentle and deep.. but shallow at the same time, unable to express those feelings as he has never met them. I felt pretty often that I should stop, but their awed gaspings make me chuckle... a thing that rarely happens to me." She tosses her silk hair back and forth to massage her naked back while she sighs in recent.
"It's true, you're not much of a laugher... but you do smile an amazing smile. You should be very grateful for that." I take another sip from the black cup that holds my tea. Tea helps me think clear, it relaxes me as well. I sigh in the slightest pain... her pain - the one that wore off a long time ago anyway.
"Yes... but what is life without laughter? What is eternity without you? How can I be grateful for something I didn't wish of? I always wanted to laugh as healty as you do... but all I get from myself is a poor chuckle. Funny, isn't it?..."
"What...?"
"That the reasons why we were born are unknow to us... and the reason why I'll be still young when you'll be passing away ...are cruel as a man executed slowly...painfully..."
"Why do you speak to me of such things?... Why do you think such things? Enjoy the moment, it's the only sure thing we have." Desperation was starting to take over me as I considered what she had just said. I didn't want to remember... I didn't want to know. I just wanted her, for as long as I could...for as long as we could...
She faced me, her eyes staring, her face blank. Even if her skin was coloured and her body was smooth-lined, she now became hard as a rock, her skin turned white, her lips curled into a crooked smile... then she approached me...
I smiled at her - a forced smile - not willing to give in to my real feelings. I knew she couldn't do that, she changed her skin color every time she felt something new. She could pe brown as the coffee's colour when you poured milk in it, or white as paper or as snow, anyway both as sharp-edged and frosty-looking...and feeling.
I knew then that despair had tooken over her too... I knew she wanted me forever from the way she was approaching me, with sharp, but at the same time liquid moves, possesion and desire burning in her now water-clear green eyes. Her lips uncurled, her hands reached out, her neck touched mine and, for a moment, we were the Alfa and the Omega reunited, the Beggining and the End forming an unseparable circle. She bent her head back in an abandoning kind of move... and I pressed my lips to hers, letting my flow of energy take over her body while her flow of stillness took over mine.
We were reunited... at last....
The burning fire of my lips melted my white chocolate beauty... leaving me with the smooth linger of her lips on mine...
I was brought to reality by my mp3 who was playing that same song that the girl in my dreams used to mumble... the bliss chime...

Timpul

Ho visto stassera qualcosa che non mi aspetavo vedere... avevo delle idee disordinate, ma non pensavo che una frase così semplice me la poteva ordinare in una fretta così grande...
"..penso come passa in fretta il tempo". E' come qualcuno mi aveva letto i pensieri.
Stavo sul balcone 20 minuti fa... ho odorato l'aria fresca della sera, come ogni sera, ma l'odore era diverso..non sentivo più l'odore freddo e solitario dell'inverno, invece sentivo un odore sporcato, ma non capisco perché. Forse perché anche io ho cambiato atteggiamento, ma di più perché questa sera non è una sera banale, questa sera io scrivo da tutto il cuore sul blog, vorrei scrivere milliaia di pagine con i miei pensieri nella speranza che qualcuno le vedesse e se ne acorse che Io sto qua, sognando quando non ci stanno altre cose più importante da fare, quando sento che sono da sola anche se ci sta un sacco di gente intorno a me... Forse perché, come mi ha detto un "amico" l'altra sera, devo pensare diverso, ma devo sentirmi di pensare diverso. Adesso ci stò, adesso sento che si può fare, anche se no immediatamente, ma si può fare.
Ti ringrazio, Pensiero Nero, per avermi disturbato tanto tempo. Ho avuto bisogno di quasi 3 mesi per rendermi conto verramente che la vita non è tutta rose ma non è ne anche nera come il ciello primo della tempesta. La vita semplicemente è, e se noi non possiamo fare qualcosa di bello con lei, allora chi può farlo? Io vorrei assai trasmettere questo pensiero sublimo agli altri, ma purtroppo non c'è nessuno ad ascoltarmi, forse perché io penso un pò più nel fondo delle cose, mi piace sapere che c'è dentro, e anche se ci provo tantissimo e scopro tante cose nascoste fin'ora, non riesco mai a trovare veramente una constanza alla vita ed alle cose che l'accompagnano. Forse con questo io assomiglio la vita...perchè non siamo constante in nessuna cosa e colpiamo all'improviso.
Grazie cara per essere con me, queste parole sono nella tua onore, e credo ce il tuo scopo nel'esistenza umana è di farci svegliare, di farci avanzare sulla scala della spirtualità e maturità dell'anima.

I remember you

Cat ai crescut. Doamne! Cat am pierdut… ce am pierdut… acesti 2 ani in care te-ai maturizat pastrandu-ma in inima ca pe un strain, ca pe o persoane care nu trebuie neaparat bagata in seama, doar cand ne gandim cat rau imaginar ne-a facut. Si pana la urma… ce ti-am facut eu vreodata? Am decis eu in locul altora? Am tinut eu inchis pe cineva in vreo carcera si acum nu-mi mai amintesc? Ufa… nu e drept. Oricum, sper ca peste vreo 2 ani sa-ti dorest sa ma vezi asa cum mi-am dorit eu in ultimii 2 sa te vad, fara rost insa, fiindca daca te vedeam, mai rau faceam. Cine stie daca ma scuipai in fata, ma priveai cu dispret sau nici macar nu ma bagai in seama. Suportam oricare dintre variante, doar ca nu mi-ar fi venit sa cred, sau n-as fi vrut sa accept.

Ca mai aveam cate ceva in ochi cand vedeam cate o poza cu tine, asta e altceva, ceva ce tine de trecut, dar ca acum am ceva pe suflet cand vad cate o poza cu tine, cand stiu ca am vorbit cu tine, dar in van, fiindca si acel dialog l-am avut cu rugaminti. Mie imi trebuie sinceritate, nu rugaminti.

Dumnezeu stie ce a fost mai bine de facut, ma bazez ca tot El ii va da prilejul micutei mele sa se intoarca la mine… sincer…

In fine, concluzand o altra minunata polemica despre sentimente fara rost, sunt pregatita sa deca seara incheiata, trecutul aruncat intr-un colt pana cand va fi momentul sa-l iau la rost si sa-i peticesc gaurile, iar gandurile… ei bine, gandurile le cititi voi!

Anywayz

Have you ever wondered why blue eyes cannot be forgotten?...why summer loves are short, too short at least 4 my taste and why the taste of the first kiss can never be mistaken with the one of other kisses? At least this goes for us suckers..ups, girls that have some sensibility left (sorry, ma' bad). I feel more alive writing on this blog, just spilling out my thoughts, my worries, in 3 different languages, hopping that someone may actually understand what I want to say and actually come up with a solution... at least an idea of a solution, than I do in my real life. I just float by things without direction, just to see people enjoying pathetic little lives, without showing their souls in public. We get easily used to wearing a mask... that's not even necessary sometimes...
I'm changing... and it doesn't go unnoticed. I can feel it in every cell, in every drop of my blood, in every corner of my mind, in every damn room of my heart! Fuck it, I can't even think straight nowadays... Without further complaints, I would like to propose a toast to Straight Thinking, that's gotten me this far! And so God help me, will get me going always further, even if at the moment it seems to have lost itself somewhere along the road.
Like this famous song says: maybe time can fill the empty heart inside.
Most people think that a heart remains empty because of a sad love story, but a heart is always lonely when you start everything from scratch. A soul-mate to find maybe? No... soul-mates are illusions. A simple friendship that starts from nothing can always fill an empty spot.
I think I've said enough... Good-bye for now, au revoir, la revedere, arrivederci, sayonara etc... :)