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.`

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 

Jasmine

Dear Soul, Thank you for visiting my inner world.

It is no religion, institution, book that guides me in the writings shared here.

It is the temple of my heart and soul's voice of the lover, beloved and U2.

A true story lived many years in the shade of my heart as an untold secret.

Jasmine

is 

my inner calling that stands up for, 

the disheartened, abused, depressed, repressed soul. 

Jasmine is a guide for all who are lost in the moment. 

Jasmine enlightens your inner light, the flowering soul you are. 

Jasmine is a loving and healing power that may heal the brokenhearted.

Jasmine is a story published on my blog in December 2015.
It inspires you to stay true to your heart and soul
no matter what you are facing at the moment.
Jasmine is based on a diary written from December 2005 until the year 2008.
It is a true story about physical abuse during a former relationship with "Louking"
that guided me to a loving friendship with the writer "Paulo Coelho".

Click here to start your journey with Jasmine from the first blogpost 

....

The story talks about obstacles that can hinder your path
by the blindness of uncertainty whereto your soul, inner guidance and strength lose ground. 

Traps, despair, helplessness and intense sadness are possible consequences
that can arise out of choices made without the core of your being. 

Jasmine is written to guide the disheartened, the abused, 

the depressed and repressed soul.

The tools described in each episode give you the courage 

to step out of the way of victimhood to rise as the soul, 

the Templar of your Heart.

It gives you the possibilities to choose for wisdom, love, and friendship 

despite any threshold, you are facing.

Jasmine lets you remember who you, we truly are from the heart.

May Jasmine inspire you and give the strength to keep on walking in peace wherever you are.
May it broaden your mind as a loving and caring being that is responsible for every step it takes.
                                       
   Have a nice journey.

Dark night of the soul.

...

Sense of betrayal rejected the man who was sitting in front of me. Attractiveness became solely abstention. There was no way that could bring me again into that fluent dance-experience where you feel constant guidance which pushes you forward. The driving energy was cut off from the organic feeling of our dance. Louking and I were unable to handle the contra weights of our relation. It kept us stuck into ideals and convictions that didn’t go along with any of the directions that we indicated. We became even blind for it. Spiraling movement became a downtime. We lost connection with the heart of our friendship. We lost the sky in our limiting beliefs which were seen as the ultimate truth and nothing than the truth.  

Last supper was served. It was a moment which consciousness had chosen to become aware of the truth namely the illusion that kept me separated. This time it would be an awareness that would rise from my own being without Louking by my side. 
That same evening I left to my parental home in order to obtain clarity. Fear surrounded me in the soul of the black night. Thousands of questions arose on the horizon. It stayed silent. Despair clung very heavy to the primordial substance, so severely that only surrender could liberate me.

And so I did.

Diary Jasmine: 

It was like all these years with Louking were merged into a higher power that freed me from attachments so that I could let go. 

At dawn my being was cleansed and baptized with all colors that were united within. 

At sunrise the complete unification became clear. My eyes opened, my feet went downstairs. They walked to the living room where my hand took the phone and dialed Louking's number. His voice at the other side listened to the soul that told him that it would never return to him. 

…

I left with one suitcase. Some clothes, books, my writings and my diary Jasmine were inside. 

All other things were left behind. 

It was never regretted the fourteen years of intense suffering were left aside.

...

Instruments for the soul during the dark night

Every step, move you make is energetically directed. Be aware of it.

Move from your center. Stay grounded from your movement.

Stay focused to maintain your energy.

Stay close to your heart when you perceive.

Know that you can always free yourself from obstacles.

Be aware of every movement so you can capture unexpected events.

Know that one finger can move someone. Have faith in the power that is present in yourself.

Turn off your thoughts so that you can be guided from a higher power.

It is known that this may open the disheartened, 

the abused, the depressed and repressed soul.

May it spread peace, love and awareness to all.

May it guide to and with divine love.

May it protect with the all seeing eye being justice for all.

May it reveal the beloved in the heart that is kept alive with the breath we share.

In loving kindness for all.

Hildegarde Lisa

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