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

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:

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

'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 

Fruition comes...

‘To build the new let go of past.

To commit to dreams

manifest on nature’s pace.

Fall out of control into trust.

Your gut steps without worry nor hurry. 

Fruition comes when Venus is ready. ...

Happy Full Moon in Taurus.

Happy with the gift you are.

The memory of her courage, her silence, her smile

lets me write these words on the blank paper while

the red rose highlights her heart with the gift she is.

Elyssa & Your Beloved

She arrived in my office, anxiously for the unknown,

still, persistence was visible in her eyes.

'You helped me in finding a job in the city of my dreams.

But I have no shelter, no house to stay with my children.

Please, help me she said. Help me in finding a home.

Any social institution wants to support the risk I want to take.

Namely, move with my two children to another city.

Away from Brussels, towards the city where their father works.

Away from the desperate social situation, 

 a one-room apartment with no central heating, 

no warm water,. 

It is winter-time and within some weeks

  we will get kicked out of the room to end up on the street.

No one gives the support to find a home in another city. 

Disbelief in my ability to manifest my dreams.

Disbelief in my potential to start a new life 

makes people say to be an irresponsible, unstable mother.'

It made her doubt about her decision. 

It made her almost withdraw from it.

Her situation looked uncertain, yes.

Still, she vibrated strength through her vulnerability.

The will to move mountains was visible in her desperate eyes.

My whole being told her to stand by her side

until she could take her next steps independently again.

Although as a job counselor it was not my responsibility,

we did walk together until she accomplished her dream.

It was through constant motivation,

instant positive feedback about her little moves.

It was the ongoing support during her journey, 

the carte blanche of my coördinator 

during my guidance to the manifestation of her dreams

that kept her going.

It made us non-stop knock on each door.

Without result for weeks,

I kept her saying we would find it.

Any shelter kept the door closed for a mother with two children.

Her situation was not critical enough they said.

Although she would stand in mid-winter on the street 

with her two children, they could not give her any support.

The waiting lists of the shelters were never-ending streets.

 We had some more days to find that apartment

 before she was going to be kicked out 

of her one-room apartment in Brussels.

Isolation, desperation, aloneness reflected in her eyes while she entered my office.

We had one more day.

My eye caught the glimpse of the advertisement for the house on the screen of my computer. 

'This is it.' With steady fastness, I said to her, 

'Come,  take your jacket, we go together.'

I knocked on the door of my coördinator, told him we found a possible home.

You have to let me go to that city, that owner of that apartment.

 I know we will get it. 

His trust in my decision gave me again carte blanche.

We, my client and I, took the train.

She bought me a chocolate bar. 

I will never forget that moment together on the train.

The silence, the courage of that woman 

radiated in her whole story 

she told to me

How she arrived in Belgium, 

How she lived together with her parents,

...

I looked into her eyes and said

have faith you will come home.

We reached the city of her dreams,

her house, where she lives 

and works now 

happily together with her two children, 

her partner, their father.

...

She cried when we took the train to Brussels again.

It was one day before she was being kicked out of her room.

It gave her all she needed to continue independently on her road.

....

I looked at her while she stepped out of the train,

and took a deep breath.

We never met again

.....

Months later,

Now,

Grace knocks at the door,

and remembers me 

about the chocolate bar,

her story and journey towards a new home

while the rose of her present 

highlights my heart with thankfulness.

My whole being is happy with

the gift you are!

Be well, my dear.

Thank you.

Happy Rising.

Summer Solstice, a time of transition.

Letting go of the old to bless yourself with the rising sun of a new season in your life.

May it bring you inner peace, love and all the silent whispers that guide you to the direction of a prosperous, enlightening time.

The picture shared here is taken on the early morning when I left from Santiago de Compostella to go to Finisterra. It reminds me of the feeling that was with me when most of my pelgrim friends were celebrating their arrival. It didn't tell me anything.

It made me decide to silently go to bed and wake up with the rising sun that guided me to Finisterra.

I walked 50 kilometer per day to arrive in full ecstacy at the end of the world. 

Yes I was exhausted and could bear the pain with all the blessings of light on my way. 

It was worth it to walk that extra mile.

When one can walk from Saint Jean Pied De Port until Santiago de Compostella this too could be done were my thoughts. 

It was That little extra walk that paid off the price.

Believe in yourself that you can do it and never ever give up!

Happy Summer Solstice!

Happy Rising!

Did You Lose A Loved One?

Do You Feel Lost?

In Need for A Guiding Support?

Connect To Receive Your Personal SoulMessage.

Listen to your Heart to Support Your Soul.

For You Who Lost A Loved One

Get comforted with the soul-message for a young father who just lost his spouse.

While receiving the soul-painting and message

the voice of his wife,

entered as a huge white light,

and shared words of  love

for her children and husband.

Take a deep breath while you gaze at the soulpainting

and listen to the deepest realms of the soul via the youtube video below.

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Join Common Purpose On everyone's lips A heart of gold.

Dear ones, 

This week made me reflect upon The United States  
who has withdrawn him/herself from JCPOA .
The words shared during my vision are written here to be an instrument for thy 'peace'.
...
I might be a dreamer, but I am not the only one.
...

In a world where all stands for one and one for all is no way without you. 

Be aware of each step is the ground on which you stand. 

Let it be driven with the heart for all. 

Alive in you is the soul the breath that walks on earth. 

It realizes the voice aligned with home where the heart is. 

 Let each act be its sound purely connected with the best for us all. 

Peace starts with us, the essence of creation.

Go to Elyssa, The Beloved

How Deep Is Your Love?

I know your eyes in the morning sun

I feel you touch me in the pouring rain 

And the moment that you wander far from me 

I want to feel you in my arms again 

And you come to me on a summer breeze 

Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave 

And it's me you need to show 

How deep is your love, how deep is your love

How deep is your love? 

I really mean to learn 

'Cause we're living in a world of fools 

Breaking us down when they all should let us be 

We belong to you and me 

I believe in you

You know the door to my very soul 

You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour 

You're my savior when I fall 

And you may not think I care for you 

When you know down inside that I really do 

And it's me you need to show 

How deep is your love, how deep is your love

How deep…

Bee Gees

My Wish...Let us serve one another with love as our guide.

I caress your hair...

... and taste the night

sliding, over my fingers,

spiraling, 

I entwine with your body

through the flood of our love,

the ocean of the heart in a drop,

flowing, to you from the eye

that sees in being love.

More about the book Ellysa click here. 

...

More about the book Ellysa click here. 

In the light of the #MeToo and Time’s Up campaigns sweeping Hollywood, the sudden necessity
for black awards-season eveningwear wasn’t lost on the audience.
All present weirdness considered, Surrealism and the dreams of women are pretty apt territory
for a Christian Dior Haute Couture Collection of Spring 2018.
Maria Grazia Chiuri’s feminist research instincts took her there.

...
Read the full article of Sarah Mower in Vogue click here.

Do not touch me.

"The truth will set you free" (Jn 8:32)

Pope Francis has denounced the "snake tactics" of those who spread fake news, saying the first case of misinformation is in the Bible 

when Eve is tempted by the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit.

Follow this link to the BBC news article.

More about my book Elyssa you can read here

The blue spot in the dark.

Imagine a woman in a state of psychosis. 

Her eyes tell you the pain she lives.

The anxiety of her past speaks in an insecure, aggressive way that colours her voice with a restless, broken heart. She searches for a listening ear to tell her truth even while she accuses you and her environment of being a spy who follows her in every breath she takes. Even when you are a murderer in her eyes, someone who tortured her, she holds on to you because instinctively she knows she can trust you. 

Words chatter between her need to be supported and her fight to accept she was a victim of trafficking. Her fear for being imprisoned by the bad men withholds her to tell the concrete facts of her story. It keeps her unconsciously from the freedom she searches out of the conditions women's refuge need to follow to give shelter to her.

Imagine that same woman being without papers, no home, desperately searching for a safe place. She knocks at your door as a little child that is in search for a warm nest.
You are aware of her struggle, her desperation to find a way out of that hellish place as she names it. Still, there is no place for her. In our society we need a paper to be treated in a hospital, to be taken care of as a human. We need to be normal for the safety of others. Can you tell what that is?

Imagine yourself of being that woman abused by her traffickers. Brainwashed by power, money, hunger for sex. 

Imagine yourself being thrown in the street as a dog that gets his pet identity card easier than you.

Imagine yourself suddenly remembering the horror you went through from six years until the fifty year old woman you are now. 

Imagine you finally finding the courage to start to tell your story, yes in a psychosis whereto women’s refuge deny your demand for support. Out of the danger it can be for their inhabitants. Can you get it ?while you only asked for a bed.

SAL

          United hands 

carved your name
with your deep sighs
succeeding from each line 
dissolved your fear 
into the smile 
drawn
in your eyes as the light 
that connected us with the soul of life
forever present in the country 
that gave rise to your name.

Salimah,

 peace, security 
where you stand for,
let you be, immensely,
like the mother of her children
who lifted her spirit,
bowed gratefully
for each learned written letter.

Salimah, 

woman of peace
immortalized in the hands 
united
as the heart that connected us
while the song sung your name
luminous 
in your joyful eyes.

SALIMAH