Dreams

Hey guys!

Wow it's been a long time since I sat down and write something for you and for me. So it's already 2015...crazy. I wish you all a happy, successful year! You are amazing and your year will be awesome!

So today I want to talk about DREAMS. We humen we are wow crazy, we know so much, but it's all hidden. Yes we do forget things but in the back of our heads there is so much information that you couldn’t imagine (well I’m not a scientist or anything, but that obvious right?).

So Cinderella said “A dream is a wish, your heart makes...” and now that I’m thinking about it, it is kind of true. A dream is a thought that you need to remember but you don’t. I wish i was writing a dream journal or how do they call it, because I think that you could really find the missing pieces of the puzzle, or maybe just find out more about you. It’s so creepy when you think of that, but I think that it is kind of important to try to remember your dreams and try to connect them with your everyday life, because sooner or later it will turn out good!

Like that will be a totally banal example, but once upon a time...hahah just kidding a while ago I forgot my PIN code for my bank card, well I never actually knew it :/, but it was written in my phone, and I somehow lost it, I thought that I delete it or something when i was “cleaning” my phone... and for a moment I was devastated...then I forgot about, because I didn’t need it, but then you wouldn’t believe it, I dreamed about it! Though I was told that in the dreams you can’t read (I’ll get to that later), but I saw those numbers written on a paper in the dreams. When I woke up I didn’t think about it that much, I guess i didn’t remember it, but while we were eating that scene just popped in my head, those numbers. And I was like: “Wait, could that be... nah ah I don’t believe it...” and I didn’t think about it. It wasn’t until the week before New Year’s eve, when I was searching through my phone, trying to find some verses I wrote last year as New Year’s wishes, that I found the PIN code and it was the same combination that I dreamed about! Crazy! I was blown away really.

So like two days later we went to visit a very good friend and the talk led us to dreams. So she said that many times she could realised that she is actually dreaming in the dream. That never happened to me and I hope that it will some day. So she was saying that she tried to read a book and she couldn’t in some ways she couldn’t read or the words didn’t make any sense. She also told us that in the dream it may appear that you have more or less than 5 fingers on your hands or toes on feet. That’s just crazy. So I don’t know if that really means anything, but I just read that if dream is in black and white it may be, because it is like a warning or some kind, if the dreams are in vibrant colors they should be good dreams. So I’m thinking about how it feels when you know you are dreaming. I hope you understand that I’m usually being personal in my posts so excuse me for saying, but I do believe in god and in heaven and in soul, what I’m trying to say is, that our subconscious (wow that’s a hard word to spell...) is our soul and when we are sleeping our soul somehow disconnect with our body and could visit another galaxies, I know that sounds crazy but heaven knows what can we do outside our bodies.

So that friend she also talked about her father and how he could know that he is dreaming and he could control his dreams and he could go anywhere he’d like. Now i can’t really imagine how would that look like because then you wouldn’t want to wake up. What if that is the future, that we could actually live in our dreams. In my point of view that could kill you I mean, you could fall into a trance and never wake up, that can lead to not eating at least physically and would be just crazy creepy but still wonderful we could live anywhere we could do anything. A dream maybe is a different galaxy that our spirit lives, and we have that connection or maybe, that there are two of us, you and a “dream you” and when you are sleeping you are in the world of a “dream you” and when you are awake a “dream you” is dreaming your world. It’s sounds extremely crazy, but maybe there actually is no physical world and we are just ideas that are created through dreams that are flowing somewhere in the galaxy or maybe like Avatar, our body is connected to the machine that creates a world around you, but you are actually laying still and you don’t realise that.

That is truly creepy, I’m freaking myself up by saying those things, but wow. maybe those thoughts that I have now are the program bugs that want’s to let us know that this isn’t true.

Well I hope you are not freaked out too much, I don’t really think that this is true, but I think there is something more to this life than just living, that just can’t be a full circle and then you live life in peace in heaven? I can’t imagine that how does the peace look like? how does it feel? But I have to believe in it, because there sure is something, we are more than just physical beings, the world is something more than just that, but what? we will never know well until we close our eyes for the last time.

Now that I wrote this I will be thinking about it for days and it will be hard for me to fall asleep, because this thoughts will haunt me for a long time.

I know you are a bit shy, but please comment below if you ever realised you are dreaming and how do you wake up how is that possible? Please if you are not shy please let me know

P.S. Of course, a big thanks goes to Google Drive that is helping me spell those crazy english words (I'm not good at that). And I'm adding this illustration I've painted don't to freak you out even more

Be well! I’ll write soon!

Poetic Human Beyond The Worlds

So lately I was thinking about this film that I watched like two years ago Hugo. It got me thinking about the relationship between the boy and the machine-the  robot (i don't like that word) let's say that is mechanical human. And it got me thinking- the mechanical human couldn't work, because his heart was locked the boy had to find the key to find what mysteries he holds inside.

A body is just a mediator, composed of little wheels, pistons, tanks, circuits. A body is only like a hanger on which you can hang a hat, coat or lean a walking stick against it. A body has a pair of wings, they are strong, full of light feathers, that are raising the body up to the sky, clouds, dreams, dimensions. The wings are the heart, that gives you sensuality, that gives every touch softness or wrath.

A body will fly, wherever mind will take it. Mind isn't some kind of material that is building or running the body, mind is a product that arises, like a reaction, when one of pistons move. When the mechanical body is running, the smoke is twisting out of it, smoke that is ascending up high, that smoke doesn't have any limits like mind, that is taking you on a journey of life.

Sometimes things get lost, sometimes you lose everything you have, but there is always an opportunity that you stand up, there is always a signpost standing in front of you that says "Second Chance". Not everybody can see it, some see only the darkness.
I think that sometimes is okay, that things get lost; I think that is okay, that we let tears out of our eyes; I think that is okay, that with every move and every word we can start over!

Even if every word doesn not stay, even if every shape doesn not stay, it's sense stays. It's important what we do with that sense: Can sense fall into oblivion? We can forget about sense, but it won't dissapear, it will come back when we least expect it and it will put you in mind and it will make you cry.
I think that is okay that sence, that could be called a soul from the pulpit, but not as a soul that human has, not a soul, that takes you to heaven or wherever or maybe nowhere, I'm talking about a soul, that is designing you right here where you're standing, I'm talking about a soul and sense, that you usually forget about. When you have a chance, when sence is still holding on, to your shadow TAKE IT and saw it to yourself and show what that sence is about, give it new words, enrich it with new ideas and give it a new life!

Come with me beyond the worlds, I think it's going to be marvellous!!

Hope you're having a great summer

Pa3k

Heros, Our heros

I just watched The Pretty One and I have to say that the film is damn good! You have to believe me, cuz it's pass 3 in the morning and I'm still up, cuz I wanna talk about stuff, like you know I loke to do :)
Well I'll start with this.
Who are our Heros? Who are Heros...
They are people that we worship, thy are people that inspire us, they are people that we want look alike, they are people who always have place in there hearts for us, even if they don't know.
But...(there is always that but) Who are you? If I ask you who are you or is I ask you Who is your Hero, which aswer would be answered first?
I'm going to take a guess the one about your Hero, cuz you have so much to talk about his/her, cuz your mind is exploding, just when I say the first letter of their name right? But when I ask you who you are, for the first 5 seconds you're going to be quiet right? Cuz you can't find the right words. Now I have my heros and you have yours and I'm not saying that that's wrong or anything, I'm just saying that you think enough about who you are, what are the things that descripe you.
I mean in The Pretty One we see just that: A perfect sister, with perfect life, and a weird sister who cleans after her father, but when the perfect one dies the weird one becomes the perfect one and finds that she wants to know about herself by pretending that she is someone else, but that someone else is just perfect why not stick to it, why not?
I mean, some people overlook something that they become that thing, but what about the person that is trying to stand up, be something new, what about that person?
You know people have a lot of copies of other paintings and yeah I just found that out in this film the father and the "weird" (sorry I know that that weird word is horrible, but you know what I mean) sister are painting reproducions of those famouse paintings, and she isn't so good with that, as she is not so good at faking that she is her sister, cuz she is someone else, she is something diffrent, something new, something weird if you want, that nobody else is. And everyone should be like that, everyone should thing about who they trully are, what are their goals, how they want to live.
But sometimes as I sad we just forgot, we don't have words about ourselves, but so many words about others, we are pushing ourselves in some corner of our body and forgetting that this persen is still actually in there, but when something poke that person and all problems come back we just crush, we are in pieces, and who is picking them up? Psyhiatrist! Why cuz we are not strong, cuz we didn't get crushed enough to find a way to pick ourselves up, we were pushing ourselves in the corner, behing old curtains, behind the scenes where no camera can come.
And PSYHIATRIST will save us, of course cuz they are paid to do that, and we have too much money, and we are to dumb to find ourselves. I mean what kind of animal are we? A stupid one, cuz we need someone who we don't know to tell us who we are? DO WE REALLY WANT THAT? Sometimes we think we are not strong, that we are losing, that we are going to be beaten by ourselves, just becouse we are too afraid to find out who we are.
We are afraid to find a lightness in the dark, we are afraid to be that light, we are sitting in the corner and crying cuz "there is no way out", but there are open doors, through them you can find another way, another path of your life, you just have to want it. It's not about the need, it's about the want, it's about your choise, it about you!
It's about WHO YOU ARE!

another thing I will of course post a poem with it, I wrote it like last week and I winished it like right now!
it's

The Light

When I wake up in the garden of colors each day,

the world is painted all in dreary grey,

No flower nor blossom,

Nor bird has come,

To open up the paradise,

To open up your eyes,

To see, to believe,

And love and never leave.

But the time had passed before you opened up your eyes,

the truth is hidden behind all the lies.

The beauty is now gone,

even smiles,

even friendships among the men,

they've used all the wiles,

tricks, ruses, killed again,

it was all gone anon!

The darkness came and ate the bright sun from the sky,

The colors are stolen and I could die,

But I'm somehow still here,

I'm not broken.

From the darkness I can appear,

Now I wear the dark tolken,

I know what this means,

It means, that I am the light that now appears,

I am the sun, not another color, nor another blossom,

I am the one, who will make thing right,

I am the one who will bring up the light!

Be your own light, find it and shine with it!!

Me and You, Persona and Body, Love and Life

Hey guys!

I was just talking to a friend and remember what a person I am... Well I won't really talk about me as musch, but I will talk about innerself (i have no idea if that is a word, but I'm trying to say that I'll be talking about feelings and thoughts inside of our head; wow that sounds just crazy...)

Well I talked about this before, but I want to bring it up again.
I believe that persona can change in different situations (different places, with different people)
But it is still you. I'm trying to say that a person can be two people in one, two personas in one (maybe like gollum :/ )

What is means to be free, how do you act when you are free? and when are you free?
I think that we are never free, we always think about our behaviour, we always try to fit in, but in our own way. And maybe I'm a very happy guy in the great company and with great friends, but maybe I talk and think too much when I'm alone and I'm not humoristic when I'm alone.

When I'm with friends I'm very loud, but when I'm alone, it's like I'm not even there, I'm quiet and stilll.
And I'm sometimes asking myself who am I?
What kind of person am I?
It's sounds weird to me when I like read stuff that I wrote in the past, cuz it's like it wasn't written by me, it like I can go to that very special place in my mind that speaks for itself and I'm just a puppet for it.
O god, this is getting really weird, but here is another think.

I usually write poems...well there are usually about love, but I'm not in love and I don't want to be, not like never, but I enjoy being like this, but always love comes out always and I'm not even thinking of it.
I guess I really like the idea of love, I really love fairytales really! And I watch Once Upon A Time and it's just amazing cuz it's about love and hope.
Oh and maybe I don't feel love like a sexual feeling, but I feel love and seeing great in people and being friends with them, but when I think of it it always comes out as this fairytale love. And I sort of like that.

Hahahaha, I'm just laughing, cuz I'm anwering all my questions and I'm getting to know myself and I really love weekend when I can just think and enjoy. Cuz I think people really don't take much time to think, you know... I heard this and I think that is from Lady Gaga and how she spends more time in bed, but not sleeping like we all do (for just 5 minutes, which means a whole night to us), but for thinking about the day, herself, plans, future and I believe it really helps to know yourself it's like a date with yourself, like a breakfast of good thoughts to start a day. We should all do that sometimes. Don't you think so??

Now let's talk a bit about THE DARK SIDE hahaha, I wanna talk a little bit about those who never do that, and who are very high above, well sometimes they can be amazing people (like in the Austenland) but sometimes they are just judges. Now imagine them in court, wow we'll be all dead then. And I think the problem is that they don't think too much. Maybe they are very msart and know every aswer to every question, but this smartness in not life, well it can be a base of it, but not life, cuz you have to understand much more then math and science to be a human a person and some just don't know that. And it really hurts me when I see something like that happening, cuz I feel like I'm being insulted, cuz I was for my whole life, but I've grown and I stop listening, but still I hear thoes who are insulted and I know how they feel, and really I don't see a point in that. Is really that cool to be King/Queen of bullying is it that awsome to be that perfect to insult others?

I ask you to think next time before you say something, I ask you to feel beauty and love.
I want you to just take a few minutes and think about you, your friends , your plans, your goals and you will grew, your persona will feed on those thoughts!

Beauty of writing the blog!

Hey guys!

Today I'll talk about the blog and me blogging. Why did I start? What do I want with that? What do I think about it?

1st how did I start? Well while I was looking for some answers and thoughts about some theme (I don't remember what was I looking for) I saw/read some posts on the Blogger and they were about them selves and their's days and stuff like that. If you read post here on Blogger you probably know what am I talking about.
So I didn't want that, I'm not famous and nobody is interested in my day or what am I doing so I started with posting my paintings and then I left for like a year or something like that. And if you read my blog (talking to those two person, who are reading me; btw thanks for taking the time for reading this) you know that I write when I have something to say, so my post are written like every week or maybe not, it depends on when I have the inspiration to write.

So for today, I'll be one of that other persons who are talking about them selves (don't take me wrong I talk about myself too, but "in the different way" (?), hope that you know what am I talking about)

My first post was I think Somertime sadness, I know it was lame and boring, but in that moment I felt like dying... hahaha bored, but my feeling-and I was talking about myself. That start was something that fell of me, cuz I wanted to talk and speak and tell people something, even 1 or 2 I don't care, I just hope they like it :). Something pushed me to speak and talk and inspire people trough my thoughts and way of living my life and then I started with things that inspires me or helping me or even troubles me and trough my process of living I want to teach you and help you with some stuffs/things. And as you know I always start with the opening (sometimes question, sometimes just a pologue) and then I start to talking about this perticular thing with meaning in my life or how do I do that and then I try to inspire you and give you some tips to be better at this, to don't be afraid of doing that, everybody make mistakes (like today I got sharpie on our leather couch, thank goodness nobody was hope, so I had time to clean it, uhh Hallelujah that was something)

these are some of the posts, in others I talk about my look through the movie, or book (I really haven't done the book yet, but I'll do it, already have a book :) ) so throught those posts I want to bring your eye in the hidden place of movie and maybe see it from the other engle, maybe better one (i don't know, nobody complained about it, should I add yet? )

So this is my prospective of seeing my writing and here it comes tips and tricks about it.
Maybe don't listen to me, cuz I don't have a lot of viewers, but if you do here is some of my tips!

1.Don't be afraid of doing the blog, if you're doing cuz you like and not because you want to be popular and shit, I mean along the way that could or should happen (didn't yet with me)

2. Write and thing about things that you know and love, for those you don't know ask or instructe yourself about it.

3. Don't ever foget about your feeling, put that in your post so you give something more something special in it

4. Don't be sad if not a lot of people are reading you, you write from your heart and people who see and read that can be happy, even one or two

5. Don't rush while writing, cuz thoughts comes in different moments

6. Be happy that you have a blog and you can write from your heart not just about your day and how were you washing the dishes :/

I hope that help you in some way and here is the final touch to that post...the epilogue

I love writing the things that I love and the beauty that those things has. You'll get the beauty of writing trought your posts and way you think.
So never forget that you were put here on this planet to be yourself!!