Hugs,

C

from my own experience I’ve found that the key for liberation lies in you, although not from realising those chains don’t exist, they do, but from realising you posses the strength to brake free. The tricky part might be learning what is light and what is dark.

LOVE,

Sun

I have been in bed for a long time. i couldn’t get up. I was trying though.

In order to find strenght I was tring to think positive thoughts, opening the book I am reading at random (several times), thinking again positive thoughts (positive thoughts are things that can give you more than enough Light and Joy to get out of bed and sadness (or depression or whatever). But nothing, I simply couldn’t get out of bed.

Finally, even with my depression or sadnesss or whatever (I mean without energy) I manage, very slowly and without an sign of Joy, to go to the kitchen.

I wanted (I was very hungry) to cook something nice; something different. And that dream brought me something Good (the taste of a delicious meal).

But then, once in the kitchen, I did realize that the olive oil (I cannot cook without my olive oil)was finished ( yesterday or two days ago).

“Mierda”- I thought. “There is no olive oil” -I said looking around the kitchen (well it’s not my kitchen; is the kitchen of the man I am living with).
“So then, bye to my new and deliciuos food. Bye to something really nice”. Then, at that very moment, I saw something that could be a solution: a couple of little bottles of something chinesse (the man I am living with did put them on the kitchen) that looked like oil 9not olive oil but at least sesam (or somehting like that) oil.

But this man (his life) has been paralised for a long, long time. And all his things (included the dates of the food (and bottles of sesam oil etc.) was past its sell-by date so, before cooking with the oil of that bottle, I decided to have a look of the date.

then I saw the date of one of the small bottles:

It was 06-06-06. 666.

I stayed looking trough the window with the bottle in m hand. Just thinking.

Then, I picked up the other bottle. And it was the same: 06-06-06.

***

His depression is gone (thank God because I love him. SO much) since I came (he has drink almost all my blood till the point I cannot get out of bed). But … I need to get out of here.

Life is life, and people are people.
I have similar feelings sometimes, but still I love life, I love people.
Everything comes and goes.
We’re a part of this world whether we fit into it or not, we should accept it, it helps.
More, these strugles makes life more interesting, help us become stronger, wiser, better.
If everybody was as we are, we would never have to think.
So look at the bright side and see these people, these situations also as a journey, journey to better You, to better world.
Remember that when they meet You, they also are forced to think, to feel something, to struggle, even if at the first moment they think, that they are right.
Everything, and everyone we touch changes somehow.
So, be the warrior of light and go on fighting, go on struggling, go on dreaming, go on living, go on smiling whenever you can.
Who knows, maybe some day the impossible happen, the miracle, and you’ll see the change.

lots of love
Agnieszka