A confession of a bullied heart.

Following testimony flows out from my experience as a consultant for long-term (homeless) jobseekers.

Daily I am confronted with injustice that seeks to get a voice. May these words inspire you to find trust in any circumstances that life offers you. May it keep you standing in a world that may 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 defenseless 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 action turns me into the 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 then to welcome me? Life is too precious to experience them 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.`

De pelgrim zonder naam.

...Verschillende paden leren je over jouw weg.

Hoe je ze bewandelt maakt het verschil.

De keuze van de richting brengt je hoe dan ook waar je dient te zijn.

Het besef dat je het pad in het moment bent, laat je stappen,

vrij van enige titel,

 

het geheel blijvend van de naam die zich van je gescheiden ziet.

Welke stappen gaan in de richting van je hart?
Welke stappen vertrekken vanuit de grond van de rede?
Welke verenigen de geest en het hart?

'Stap op het ritme dat je hoort in de stilte van je wezen ben je de weg.'

 

 

What are you writing about, I thought?

Without a pen in my hands for over a year.

No shared story.

…

I remember the moments 

when my tears eased the pain of my allies.

Where is the time I thought?

Closer than the last memory.

Where is the moment I thought?

Caressing the skin.

Where is the thought, I thought?

In the richness of sharing that gives without conditions. Free from the thought.

Where is the thought free from the thought, I thought?

Where the music sounds in the eternity of the smile.

What gives you the smile, I thought?

The friendship in the world despite the gravity of the thought where it still can be found.

Where's the friendship, I thought?

In your eyes looking at me with the shared story.

Where is life going, I thought?

As far as you want to take it.

What brings me this far, I thought?

YOU

Now, where words flow from the bottom of the heart.
Free from time
in the preciousness of the breath.

Waarover schrijf je dan, dacht ik?

Meer dan een jaar geen pen meer in mijn handen. Geen gedeeld verhaal.  
Ik herinner me de momenten waar mijn tranen de pijn van mijn bondgenoten verlichtten. 
Waar is de tijd, dacht ik?
Dichterbij dan de laatste herinnering.
Waar is het moment dacht ik?
strelend over de huid.
Waar is de gedachte dacht ik?
In de rijkdom van het delen dat geeft zonder voorwaarden. Vrij van de gedachte.
Waar is de gedachte vrij van de gedachte, dacht ik?
Daar waar de muziek klinkt in de eeuwigheid van de glimlach.
Wat geeft jou de glimlach, dacht ik?
De vriendschap in de wereld ondanks de zwaartekracht van de gedachte waar ze nog te vinden is.
Waar is de vriendschap, dacht ik?
In jou ogen die me aankijken met het gedeelde verhaal. 
Waar gaat het leven naartoe, dacht ik ?
Zo ver als je het zelf brengen wil.
Wat brengt me zover, dacht ik?
JIJ 

Nu, waar woorden stromen uit de grond van het hart.

Vrij van de tijd

in de dierbaarheid van de adem 

Unhappy Corona Searches For Light

Let go of the world,

Feel your inner being,

love, reality does not show itself in fear.

It is a fact that is used.

The greater the fear, the more influential.

Let go, to be the world as you are

without holding on to what's going on outside of yourself.

Where there is love, spirituality is in the highest form.

She develops from the peace within yourself.

Knowing this, you serve in letting go of everything
what prevents you from experiencing integrity inwardly.

From the greatest strength is life, it belongs to you as the breath that is with you.

Free the way in you that gives you the oxygen to live

from your heart you let go of fear.

Listen to the depth of life

more than any virus among people that upholds fear

from the power that immerses you in the experience outside yourself.

Awareness of your individuality ignores the materialist

destroying man with the spread of a virus that upholds fear

that tries to undermine love.

Believe in your healing power, your untold beauty

bigger than yourself, smaller than a mustard seed

ignores the temporary.

Experience your being with the unconditional that has been given to you

without the imposed will from a hungry mind

looking for prey to be devoured with mortality.



Release the world to free yourself from what is hurting the heart.

Experience your inner strength so that the dark absorbs the light

to shine from the immensity that gives life to each other

without imposed restrictions from the man-made.




Yet, Live and Let Live

Your Reality Is Part Of The World

As The Part That Looks Different Is Yet To Be Discovered

From The Unconditional.

Live and let live,

Experience By Letting Go Of What Releases Fear

In What Is Still Untold For You.




Trust That It Is Good.




Brussels, March 20, 2020

Soul Message for the World 2020 'The Schwung".

Over-emphasizing on the water forgets the fire of the earth,

the life force of green,

Love

surrounded by the ocean's immensity in giving unconditional fellowship 

the grandeur of humanity 
lies in the soul of the water

that streams by the light of ether...that surrounds us from a universe...

that is equal to each other from the diversity of the planet earth with all its beings around that are also within us,...

' Given is love.'

...

Lived is the friendship of humanity with that
which takes into account of each other without exclusion of one
from the other, 

...

yet in wholeness, in connection with all that is humane to the divine in each of us.

...

Love flows as an infinite being in the ground of your heart.

In being its force 

gets every form life of the soul

together with the word...

the breath that encounters what is

limitless, unbounded...

so that each one can be and stay itself 

in the form that is bigger than any being.

...

It is the power of your immensity 

that let's live what is the soul

gives life to the soul.

Even when you stand with both feet in the water,

Keep your focus in the healing power that you are

without being mislead by unexpected perils rising from the foxy side of the clown.

Know as no other to stand for the world so that the flip-side

loses its power in the union of the poles,

By giving attention to the true pawns that bring true change for the good of the people.

Redirect timely to recover from the impact that stands lose from your own values

so that you can continue with new possibilities.

Focus on love that the world needs instead of the noises on the background.

Spiritual consciousness is growing whereto illusions get pierced with the power of love between people. Stand for its calling.

If we keep on focusing on the water

fire will destroy the earth.

Keep your focus on the whole.

To stay light one has to be light.

 Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris.

The answer is sand.

'La Brace' radiates the heat of the Union (Conclusion)

'O guide our minds with thy blest light,

with love our hearts inflame;

and with thy strength, 

which ne'er decays,

confirm our mortal frame.

Far from us drive our deadly foe;

true peace unto us bring;

and through all perils lead us safe

beneath thy sacred wing.'

Rabanus Maurus

Our Walk continues to the front door of the parliament. A group of 'Gilets Jaunes' is posing in front

of the entrance of the parliament. My eyes looked to Tou Louse who intuitively knew that my being wanted to go and listen to their message. She was hesitant yet she accompanied me in my approach.

A peaceful mind listens to the breath of the heart. No matter what it encounters, it is not influenced by outer circumstances that sing different tones than the melody of the song. 

It is an art to sing together harmoniously. To pass on the spark of life with the vowels that sound like the voice of the heart. 

It is having an ear for all vibes without losing the rhythm that unites all instruments with the choir of their stories.

We stood face to face with Bertrand Hélène and her companions. Together they formed a little group of Gilets Jaunes that expressed their protest symbolically in front of the European Parliament. Most of them came from the South of France. Regions Lézignan, Narbonne were mentioned. Even some people from Switzerland and Belgium were present. They were standing with their flag at the stairs while they made pictures of their symbolical protest against... yes against what? 

My camera filmed the song by Bertrand Hélène who invited her fellow companions to join without result. While she was singing alone my eyes saw in the background the name of Altiero Spinelli. He is referred to as one of the founding fathers of the European Union. 

His 'Ventotene Manifesto' seems far from what he envisioned during his imprisonment. It might be time to read his manifesto to achieve that international unity he aimed for. 

After all these years we still faced the crisis in front of us with opposing voices that all want to be heard. 

Where to start? Where to be the listening to screaming expressions of concerned souls that do love to find harmony with tones that surpass our hearts with fear, sadness, hate towards all who do not give a listening ear. My being felt innate compassion for this grandmother standing in front of me. Showing respect for your elders is coming deeply from within. We all know that from that source all is sprouting with good intentions for a better world. 

Who is to blame? 

'Let us walk each other home.' states Ram Dass.
Let's do it all together.

Grandmother Bertrand Hélène

Watch her song here.

'La Brace' radiates the heat of the union. (Part 2)

'What the soul knows is often unknown to the man who has a soul. 
We are infinitely more then we think.'  Kahlil Gibran

This saying arose from the unexpected meetings at well-known Plux or Place Luxembourg.

'A little manifestation around the statue of Cockerill known for his motto 'Work and Intelligence' attracts my attention. My curiosity joins the group for a moment.
Meanwhile, Tou Louse went for water in a local shop. 
We would meet again in front of the European Parliament.'

Two men standing at the side of the fence catch my eyes.
'What is going on' I asked them?

"We stand up for the freedom for Hungary. The freedom for Europe." 

"'Hungary belongs to Hungarians' and 'Europe belongs to the Europeans'. This is our message that wants to be heard before the European elections take place this upcoming 26th of May."
I ask them to share their message while recording a video. They admit.

Let me first before giving the link to the video share some background information:
One of the men, Gaudi Nagy Tamas, was surprisingly enough one of the organizers of the event. Later in the evening, his profile got revealed by Euractive.com: Politician for a far-right movement for a better Hungary. Lawyer and (past?) member of the Committee on Legal Affairs and Human rights. Seems he was also a past member of the parliamentary assembly of the Strasbourg based Council of Europe. This possibly because of the ban of some far-right members in 2013 due to their statement about a list of Jews representing a threat to the national security and who were exploiting the Holocaust to dominate the world.

Echoes of fascist policies that led to the Holocaust ran through my veins. My skin shivered.

My being asked how it was possible for representatives of extremist parties to make it to the Parliamentary Assembly?

Democracy?

During my listening to Gaudi Nagy Tamas and his friend Martin de Regt de Bruyn and Budahazy Edda, all against the arrival of fortune seekers, but not against Europe,


I tried to understand their story. 

Their message was against the illegal immigration stream in Europe. Somewhere logical when you dig into the history of Hungary.

• The Turkish war of 1699. 
• 500 000 or  600 000 Hungarian Jews died during the Holocaust. 
• The tensions that are still rising at Gaza. 
• Dual Israeli Hungarian Citizenships.
• The presence of Jewish parliamentarians. 
• ...
• Illegal immigration in Europe.

All this adds up to the pride or is it the fear of these Hungarian patriots. 

Fear to lose their origins? ...
... Or pride that stands with their ancestors who have fought against repression for eras? Still, is that a reason...

• to radicalize? 
• to vilify Jews and the Roma's in their country? 
• to see immigrants as people who deserve fewer rights than the Europeans?

I don't know if the invisible government that wants to destroy Europe like they state in the video is a tactic to gain followers 

or if that is a truth they believe in or that it is true?

It makes me ask 

'what drives Union'? 

The illusion of a fearful mind afraid to be defeated by people of other continents?
Or by some parliamentarians who are up to revenge?

Is that a reason why we have to fight with our swords and why we have to make babies at least two per family? like Budahazy Edda told us while recording her message for the women of Europe?
She is the sister of a famous Hungarian patriot Gyorgy Budhazy who was imprisoned for various militant offenses since 2009. During his imprisonment, she was an official mouthpiece for her brother. He is a rejector of the accession of Hungary to the European Union.

Do we have to join in their combat to free Europe? Hungary?
I look around and see some flags of  'Vlaams Belang' de 'Nederlandse Volksunie'.
Some local leaders are present. Martin de Regt de Bruyn tells me to go and have a word with them. It would give a clue who to vote for he said.

My phone rang. 
Tou Louse was on the other side. 
She asked me to join her. So I did.


I am thankful for our encounter that afternoon at Plux. For we all have a voice. We all have our belief systems. The choice is ours which we like to follow or not. 

We all believe we have truth in our hands. Yet, without mastering our fears, illusions, 
without introspection, the reflection of our thoughts that become words, 
words that become deeds,... the world might become so much more fragmented than it already is
that even our children won't survive in it. 

Which sense does it make to give birth to lives that even have almost no chance to survive?
Let's even not talk about the sense of us using our children as tools to get what we want?

Does a healthy motive need a positive ground to take root? What do you think?

On which base will you let grow your motives? How will you water them?  

Will you nurture them with loving care so that the fruits that sprout from it will harvest the well-being of you, your friends, your city, your country and the rest of the world?

Or will you give your motives the fear and revenge whereto the harvest might even become more destructive than ever imagined?

The choice is yours.
You have a voice, you have a vote. 

Use it consciously, wisely. 

So that the world we live in becomes a natural union
so we won't have to combat for it.

Remember,

'A diamond is just charcoal that handled stress exceptionally well.'

Rest assured #thistimeiamvoting consciously. You too?

Link to Part 1 of La Brace

Link to the video of Gaudi Nagy Tamas and Martin de Regt de Bruyn

Link to the video of Budahazy Edda 

'La Brace' radiates the heat of the union. (Part 1)

No, We don't have a garden.

It attracts insects, mosquitos, dirt.

But we do have a terrace.
Great! Do you mind us sitting outside?
His eyebrows frowned by our insistence.
Yes, you can.
It's not that we are complicated women, we laughed.
Oh, I love difficult women.
His voice became more alive now.
Do you have a sunshade joked my friend playfully?
His attention span became wider.

So, it was the moment to ask him more about his life as a restaurant owner.

He, Italian by heart, left Italy together with his parents when he was a little boy. 

They were farmers and could not live from their work.
Thanks to the existence of Europe they could easily start a new life in Brussels. So they did move to Belgium.
At 16 years he started to work in a restaurant in Brussels.
Because that was the only opportunity he got from Belgium he joked. He worked himself up unto the man he is now.

 He proudly said to be a restaurant owner for 45 years.

And he was not planning to stop, no, he was going to enlarge.
Yes, he feels the unity while hearing the word Europe.
No, he has no reason to leave Brussels except for the weather.
He is even willing to buy the building next to his restaurant to enlarge its capacity.
His story of success made me wonder about the encounters that sprouted from that sunny afternoon that started at the terrace of La Brace.
Together with my friend Tou Louse we ate a delicious plate of pasta. It is my conviction that when they serve you a good plate of Spaghetti Aglio e Olio you can rest assured it is a good restaurant. 

It's worth the visit when you are in Brussels.

We walked towards place Leopold. The warm sun's rays touched our skin with a gentle breath. We entered the museum of the history of Europe to take a pitstop in the bookshop. Little teabags of famous politicians like Macron, queens like Elisabeth and even her grandchildren got a bag. Remarquable was to see William pictured with his spouse Catherine while Harry got the pin just married on his costume. No traces of Meghan were shown, Soit.



Our walk continued to the backyard of the European Parliament. The garden was in full bloom while ostriches weres sculpted with their heads in the sand. Time to wake them up? My hand felt like kicking their asses to get them upright again.

Just to remember that history can repeat itself. Unless we learn the lesson I thought while looking at a piece of the Berlin wall. 

These pilgrimages towards divine destinations must make sense. Do they?

Go to Part two

Arise from the mundane.

Spirit pierces

into eyes of wonderment

the majestic light

ahead of the night

the setting sun

captivates the gaze

thoughts 

paused 

simultaneously 

the movement

widened

ears for the listening:

Be still my child

Let the wonder of life be 

in each step is its blessing

the worship of your breath.

Let it flow from the heart

that guides you with the wings of love

Let spirit soar.

Arise from the mundane

to overcome the darkness of your world

be its light.

She carries you 

 with your heart's light

eternally connected in spirit

one with herself, 

unified with each other,

Experience truthfulness 

beyond the temporary

is infinite

in, 

through 

with the breath.

Arise 

as the light of your world.

No cloud is too dark

to elevate as the heart 

you let its life be

Go unified with each other

to be its immensity 

worship your essence 

with the resurrection.

The scarab's wings.

The morning walk confronted the step 

with an unusual rhythm

that passed on the contrary

of that what was imprinted 

as a shock.

The pace became the spirit 

that enfolded its flight 

with the wings it offered.

Thoughts disappeared,

the breath whispered:

'It is what unites us,

It is what inhabits us,

Ignore to hold onto time,

Avoid counting the days,

Put an end to relying on money,

Be granted with love.

In each opposition

resides its equivalent.

True Sight
remains invisible
without its might.

Pictured during a morning walk.

A sacrifice of spirit?

Or...?

Take that siesta.

One's true colors will be revealed. 

No matter the number of the siestas you take.

It can take a while to realize that your pause of an hour, becomes a day.

That the day becomes night. 

We are 24 hours later. Still, no activity arises.

A day becomes a week, a week a month.

The rhythm of humanity 

can become stuck in a demanding society which leaves our true mission astray. 

It is up to our consciousness to make us aware again of our true colors. 

Be it transparent or not.

Little precious moments
 where poetry speaks through the nature of things might be called an illusion. 

Yet, it can bring one's mind into the right mode to listen to the heart.

To listen to the breath of the universe that tells you about the cosmic rhythm endlessly moving within.

What more than the simplicity of the siesta of these little creatures, who we call ducks, colors the hectic day with the breathing pause of a loving heart for nature?

Be aware of the soul breathing through you so its creation is manifested with each exhale that you share. Let no one take your true colors away. 

Shine dear sweetheart, shine.

Be aware of what the power of a simple siesta can reveal to you.

Do it, give it and take it, now.

Green gives tranquility, peaceful, fresh thoughts. 

It colors your heart with love for your intrinsic nature.

Green gives life. Refreshes the moment with new insights.

Green evokes the seed to grow to the spring it is.

Give yourself a touch of green when the body and mind feel tensed.

Take a pause, walk barefoot in the field. 

Refresh the moment with life that tickles your toes towards the dance of your soul.

It won't leave you astray.

More than common sense dictates.

Heart's gift directed 

more than common sense dictates

                                         into the moment that captured

                                         the breath of the day

                                         without words

                                         burned ashes from the fire

                                         alive in the flames

                                         eternally written...

You.

Short Movie Stills From 

More Than Common Sense Dictates (2008)

Directed/ Produced/ Edited In Paris

In collaboration With Geert Wachtelaer

 

Translates A Day Into The Life Of 

Athena

 (Witch Of Portobello By Paulo Coelho)

'She doesn’t know the rules; 

she’s going further than good sense dictates;

 this world doesn’t belong to her 

and she’ll never be a part of it.' 

Excerpt From The Winner Stands Alone 

By Paulo Coelho (2011)

The Table Of O' Ma

Magic Moments
Move To Visionary Places,

Twelve Rays 

At The Center
Some Oranges.

The First O' Ma Event Took Place At The 7th Of December 2018.

Some Precious Moments Of The Evening 

Are Highlighted In This BlogPost.

The Words Shared During The Evening Will Stay In Silence.

 A New Moon Uplifts The Veil 

Our Inner Circle Creates 

On The Rhythm Of The Ocean's Waves.

The Captain Of The Boat

Sails With Faith 

Into Passionate Hands Color Joyfully

The Pain Away From Legs Tired Of Walking

...

Uplifted With Soul

Arises Stong Inner Force

From The Straw 

That Tastes As The Juicy Berry.

For You
The Message Of  Soul

Without Words.

The Table Of O'Ma Is A Monthly Gathering Of Souls

That Tunes Into The Moment.

Let's Call It Creative Therapy 

To Give It A Name.

'The Magic Of The Circle.' 

Experience It Next Month.

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