Broken Windows In The Rain

It's raining. At last.

Don't get me wrong, I like hot summer days but when it's over 30 degrees Celsius for two weeks, I start missing rainy days.

The Earth needs some refreshment too.

Birds in the garden look dehydrated and mosquitoes seem angrier than usual.

Internet is still functioning but it's not clear for how long. Just imagine if our pocket devices had the Windows operating system on them. We would have to read books again and Substack would become a distant memory.

I suspect that there is more to it than the so-called Deep State is doing this to us. Have we been living through the spiritual war of Good vs Evil and one side is winning but it's not clear which one?

The famous phrase "problem- reaction- solution" popularised by David Icke, seems not that stupid.

The dark wizards are at the stage of "reaction" at the moment. Let's see what “solution” they will come to.

I am not worried, not yet. It will pass like everything else.

A Matter Of Believe

I believe that I am experiencing an unenlightened play of my mind. I am experiencing my karma playing out the colourful play that I must witness and participate in.

It's up to the same mind to learn from the play and figure out how not to make the same mistakes that were made before.

That's my belief and I don't know whether I am right or wrong.

Maybe I am a naïve fool and there is nothing to hope for.

Maybe this is the war of Good vs Evil and I am a pawn on their chess board.

If that's the case then I am putting as many sticks in their wheels as possible. You know, for shit and giggles.

I am not worried, not yet.

The unstoppable stream of uncontrollable thoughts is floating through. How can anyone understand what is happening when our thoughts like wild monkeys are jumping from one branch to another?

What would happen if everybody would let go of everything? What would happen if everybody stopped to identify themselves with a reflection in a mirror?

OK, I am starting to sound like Alan Watts or one of Lamas I came across in my past.

With me turning over to the second half of the century, I am pretty certain that I have no choice but to start to believe in something. Without it, I will be stuck. Caught in brunches of the Tree of Life.

Sometimes I feel that I am walking on a narrow plank that lies across a vast ocean of sanity and madness. I am sure that I can't rely on rational thought while dismissing anything else. That's why I am concluding that to believe in something is important. Without it, I would fall over into the vast ocean of madness.

It's still raining and it's ok. The birds are happy. Mosquitoes too, I hope.