A confession of a bullied heart.

My experience as a consultant for long-term homeless jobseekers has provided me with valuable insights that I can now share.

Every day, I face injustice that yearns to be heard. 

May these words inspire you to find trust in any situation life throws your way. May they keep you standing tall in a world that might prefer to see you fall. 

The lie, the falsity of so-called friends disappoint you deeply with their attack behind your back.

You are perplexed of the death blow they try to give you. You feel defenceless during the assault while you ask yourself deeply disappointed how you got into this. 

Is it out of jealousy for your strength, for your being? 

Is it out of fear to lose their position that gives them certainty in their insecurity?

The sadness that comes with their actions turns me into a reaction. My will for justice calls to be heard until my emotions subside.

I turn myself into the silence. 

In the reflection I experience the tranquility of the spirit that trusts in what is given. I trust in the higher dimension than the petty mind fighting to keep the position in the certainty of an insecure existence.

Who am I to go against a group that rather chooses to let me disappear than to welcome me? Life is too precious to experience without love. 

And the attack?

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger to step further in love that is invincible.'

Stills: More than common sense dictates (click here to watch short movie) in collaboration with Geert Wachtelaer

Rank 2560

 

The greatness of your brilliance

Dances rhythmically to the song of your color splendor

Enlightens Heaven with your wide arms,

Rock Your immensity,

Source of your Power

In the boundlessness of your life

Free from recognition

Prevails your magnificence

Regardless of the number

With the rings of your endlessness

Is your torso opposed to the nail that strikes the head

With the number that defines the position

From the community that gave it to you.

'Life knows you as you know yourself.

Live and let live

, we are all part of the truth.'

Klassering 2560

De grootsheid van jouw schittering

Danst ritmisch op het lied van je kleurenpracht

De hemel toereikend met je wijde armen,

Wiegt Jouw immensiteit,

Bron van je Kracht

In de onmetelijkheid van je leven

 

Vrij van erkenning

Sta je mooier dan ooit

Los van het nummer

 

Met de ringen van je eindeloosheid

Is jouw stam gekant tegen de nagel die de kop slaat

Met het nummer dat de positie definieert

Van de gemeenschap die het je gegeven heeft.

'Het leven kent jou zoals je jezelf kent. 

Leef en laat leven 

, we maken allen deel uit van de waarheid.'

World Soul Message Nov&Dec 2021

To live the day intuitively is different then being programmed.
The unexpected calls upon your listening.


You act upon the drive that tells you it is time.
You stop immediately with your daily routines.
It is a privilege to have that day off whereto it is possible.

Thankful my soul starts to draw the connection
with the breath that flows through my hands on the paper.

'Colors tell the story of the Crone and the young girl

who look in each other's eyes

after they turned towards the light
their union bridged ideas into a joint purpose.'

Watch the World Soul Message
for November & December 2021:

Look. What do you see?

How does it feel to experience the night?
Does it smell like the morning dew caressing with the prelude of the day?


Do your awakening eyes look up refreshed?
Do you also hear the song when the veil is lifted?



Look. What do you see?


Does it feel enlightened to be carried on the rhythm of the flood?
Like the star shining with the reflection of your light?

Is there a night too long to be the day?

Where is the division of powers beyond yourself?



Look. What do you see?

Does it live in you what is around you?
Is the fire in harmony with the water, the air and the earth?

Or is it lost in invisibility?

Does it feel like the volatility of ether?

Look. What do you see? ... when you close your eyes?

Kijk. Wat zie je?

Hoe voelt het om de nacht te beleven?

Ruikt het als de ochtenddauw strelend met de aankondiging van de dag?

Kijken je ontwakende ogen verfrist op?

Hoor je ook het lied bij het opheffen van de sluier?

Kijk. Wat zie je?

Voelt het verlicht om gedragen te worden op het ritme van de vloed?

Als de ster schijnend met de reflectie van jouw licht?

Bestaat er een nacht te lang om de dag te kunnen zijn?

Waar ligt de scheiding der machten verder dan jezelf?

Kijk. Wat zie je?

Leeft het in jouw wat rondom je is?

Is het vuur in harmonie met het water, de lucht en de aarde?

Of gaat het op in de onzichtbaarheid?

Voelt het als de vluchtigheid van ether?

Kijk. Wat zie je? ... als je jouw ogen sluit?

 

The pilgrim without a name.

What steps lead into the direction of your heart?
Which steps start from the bottom of reason?
Which unite the mind and the heart?

Different paths teach you about your trail.

How you walk them makes all the difference.

The choice of direction will take you where you need to be.

Realizing that you are the path in the moment makes you step,

free of any title,

remaining absolute of the name that sees itself separated from you.

'Step to the rhythm you hear in the stillness of your being,
you are the way.`