Tears in the rain

Looking for personal growth, Self-development is something that I admire in people that practice it in all their daily activities.
It takes courage to arise from mediocrity, to show your face to the world, trying to acknowledge your divinity.
Real spirituality is like tears in the rain. It’s there but it’s no very different from what is happening around. Most people do not even notice it is there. You could say that they are blind but I think they just look the other way, focus on other things. Until one day they find that they are in tears and no one else notices.

The interesting thing in personal growth is that we, Westerns, almost always look for quick solutions, something to get it done with, so we can move on. It is funny then to realize that this process is one that goes beyond life and death. Once we understand that we are in the middle of the process we cannot get out again. Some persons feel trapped but in fact we were more trapped when we were unconscious of our process, because even without being aware the process was always there. Panta Rhei. We were walking around like chicken without a head.
Do you also start to wonder what is my thing with chicken???

Tears in the rain, they roll down my cheeks, flow through the gutter to the open sea, evaporate into clouds, form raindrops that fall on my mountain and finally I will drink them, nourishment, life.
But I will also drink yours and you, mine. They all intermingle.
Can you imagine walking in the street, looking at strangers knowing that one day you will drink in their tears?
I am one of them.

Do not worry; there is no deep symbolical meaning behind this photo.
I just like it.

Band aids

In psychotherapy we see that people that are cruel towards others and themselves, often, are people that were wounded psychologically and in fact they are afraid of suffering the same trauma again and again. So, they unconsciously decide to cause trauma instead of being traumatized. Kill them before they kill me.

What they really need is recognition for their suffering and a sort of Big Symbolic Band-Aid, saying: “I am ill but taken care of.”

When I am in the streets or shops, happily I see lots of people that are okay but I also see lots of people with a face that should be covered with a band-aid. Faces that express fear, disillusion, frustration, anger, rage. All souls that were traumatized, one way or the other. They walk around like foxes in the henhouse and we don’t act.

Watching TV I see the same thing happening. Countries, terrorists, crazy people, killing and fighting, cooking explosives in a frying pan instead of preparing a healthy meal for the family.

Where are the bloody band-aids?
Now, in Germany the owner of the biggest medicine farm killed himself because he lost billions of euro’s and has no money to pay the workers. So, now we know, he was feeling guilty but the workers are still without money.

The only way is facing the music with a big band-aid on your head. Do not let it cover your eyes, do not let it cover your ears, do not let it cover your mouth, do not let it cover your heart.

I am ill but taken care of, wouldn’t that be nice?