I suffer from a disease called trying to figure it all out all the time. Get lost in the mind. Thoughts. Debates. Thinking. Logic. Need perfect answers and all I got is questions that open doors that lead to more questions. You feel this as a fear in the solar plexus like an energy vacuum that sucking you in. Hilarious. Horror.
Art helps me surrender. Music specifically because it is fun. Turn on the guitar amp and off I go. Or writing. Pure paradise. A few decades later you start to feel like something beautiful is finally happening and it was all worth it. It always starts now and takes forever to end.
Osho always helps. Reading or listening to him. It’s like he’s expressing something that cannot be expressed. Paradoxes. Impossibilities. In normal conversation it is a futile attempt that often just leads to chaos and confusion.
I cannot tell you what I think or feel. I can only express it so you maybe feel it too and then you will understand. I use social media as a way to test some things. Reflect and reject and project. This constant game I play with myself, with the world and finding a way to integrate my passions: love, money and creativity. They are all essentially the same thing in different forms. Like bending light.
Tantra is the supreme understanding.
“There is nothing to know, no one to be.
There is nothing to do, it’s all happening”