M

Hello,

I don’t know if you remember when I wrote, that I will give your book IMPULSE to my boyfriend to read. I did and as I expected, he was delighted with it. He sat down and read the whole book in a moment. Sometimes a smile would appear on his face as he read. What’s interesting, is that he has already lent it to a friend, and he asked me where it is possible to find your other works…

Hello (I was with a friend, Ania, at the Palace of Culture, where you stopped us today, offering your book which we now share)

I don’t know what to say because I cannot communicate using words. Help me.

For so long, I have desperately been looking for help. I BEG YOU, help me… I am so terrified.

Help me..

Your lost friend

On Friday the 21st May, I remember… also that is the date you left in the dedication of your book…

It was a beautiful sunny day, I was in a great mood, and I had been receiving good news from the morning…

I came to work, we were joking around with friends, when you came into the shop… from the first moment I noticed, that you were different from our other clients… It is as if you radiated light… as if you could see a light aura surrounding you… and when you raised your eyes… your eyes… that penetrating look… that depth… you have amazing eyes… I look at people through their eyes… Yours are deep, full of grace and compassion, but at the same time experienced and full of yearning… and warmth…

You asked if I liked poetry… you gave me your book… wrote a dedication… I didn’t ask, and now I cannot decipher it… a pity… and such gallant parting… when you grasped my hand and kissed it… I felt really exceptional… thank you :).

I read the book and looked up the Web pages that I found there.

You see, I chose the path of light a long time ago, not even knowing that I did. Similarly to you, I believe that God did not want us to worry constantly and punish ourselves for our sins, cannot always threaten and scare us… He is love that I find in each of us… in nature’s beauty, in bird’s song… I pray looking up to heaven…and not holy pictures…

For some time now I have been searching for my destiny… my task here… I read a lot and what you write is not new to me…

Someone brought my attention to Angels… a now I meet them often… like you ;)… “the one who carries light”

Thank you for doing what you do, and thank your Angels and Guardians for bringing you to my shop :).

I really needed the information I received from you… it confirmed my beliefs and showed me that I am not alone in them… showed me new knowledge… thank you

Yours sincerely :)

M

p.s. I would really like to read the rest of your works in traditional form, if that is possible… reading from the monitor really isn’t the same as reading a book.

“I touch you with light, so that nothing will be ordinary today…”

My grandmother used to tell me: if you don’t know what to say, then say: thank you.

So: thank you.

You in white, like an element of a group of hostesses who were standing a few steps back promoting for sure some really great product, or extremely necessary service; and me on a bicycle rushing to catch a train; I’m sorry that I treated you like another pestering hand handing out advertisements… until you took after my bike. No marketer would chase his prey with such engagement:) But the train would not have waited…

As was, a bankrupt publisher of certain high ideals, who wanted to publish intelligent and needed books, which no one wanted to read, let alone buy – I immediately looked at the headers and footers… and at your request for people to pass the book on into the world. I promise that I will do so.

Thank you, that out of the hundreds of colourful t-shirts that stop me on the street asking me to give over my personal data, you turned out to be the one white t-shirt, who simply is a human being. Thanks to you I smiled wider then usually. Good energy has gone into the world:)

That is one reason why I am writing.

The other is… the book itself. I started reading it immediately, because I was interested as to what words you wanted to share with the world, even at the price of sprinting after a bicycle. And…I don’t know what to say. I don’t know why you happened to chose me to give the book to, but I do not believe in coincidences. I believe rather in destiny.

…Maybe it was because at least one of us needed confirmation that they are not alone In certain beliefs and values.

I agree with you. There are many versions and variations of the system; but as for principles, foundations and the main assumptions – yes I agree with you. I am aware of the level of manipulation, and I live with the feeling of helplessness in view of its extent. This does not discorouge me from doing what I believe to be right, even if it is a losing battle… On the global scale, it doesn’t matter, but maybe on a local scale…-…today for example, thanks to you I am having a really beautiful day, and that is also how I work. One drop can make a difference, as we have always known…

On my own path, I myself have reached a private revolution; school of psychotropics and a nervous breakdown after completion (which is quite normal as I discovered later); quantum physics and organic chemistry as an antidote to overheating caused by an excess of alternative, uncensoured knowledge, the circumstance of the mind; and paradoxicly, finding peace, unity, happiness and God – through the mathematical theory of chaos, which, although originating in mathematics – is the most beautiful philosophy comparable to the power of Zen, ordering us to live in peace and dignity. It just proves it using digits…

Working in a bank (“coincidentally”;-) – I didn’t really do anything there connected to the business (I am a specialist in humanities), but as I am curious by nature, I tried to enhance my knowledge… and to my boundless amazement, I understood the huge scale of this system. I quit immediately.

My own, little publishing house, which bankrupted while not being able to compete with tycoons…hmm…let’s call it books – for 9,90.

I fought; I lost the fight, but if not this way – then that…

Never-ending creative inspiration for everything that surrounds – small, unprofitable parties for friends done in an original way with a bang – own screen plays, poetry readings, shows, concerts – everything for positive energy…and finally I decided to do the same, but professionally, so a few years of creating the largest music festivals In the country; creating oasis’s of culture, peace, relaxation and freedom… until it turned out that the festivals also do not have much In common with ideals and are simply becoming a financial and marketing machine. I left, but the small parties with our team still continua; every month we improvise ambient music, even if no one comes to listen… we know that these are good vibrations, even if they „do not sell”; and those accidentental listeners, who turn up at concerts – leave smiling cheerfully…and that is enough. I tried to wash the marketing dust off myself and a few other things so I went to Africa for a volunteer. Last year, living for a few months in a house made from cow dung in the middle of the savanna, I also had to redefine “developmental aid”… this is another movement of the posing system, unfortunately not bringing much good to local life…but so what if it looks good on paper and presents itself well in newspapers…

And now I am at a crossroads again. I am opening a small gallery which aims at presenting local manual arts; even if nobody wants to order anything from them (from us – I actually create ceramic mosaics;-), then at least people who will drop by for a coffee, will be able to drink it in a warm atmosphere surrounded by positive energy, which we put into the works we will be presenting there… I am not going to give up, I will continue to do my thing. But there are more coincidences. And I have been planning for a long time now to move to a peaceful village at the edge of a forest; and I want to stop being dependant on a food supply, water supply, air and information;-)

In my plan, there is also space for a, lets say, a center for healing souls, or maybe – a camp for emotional refugees… such a place where an empty soul that has understood its emptiness and which is looking for something, could fill itself – it may be found in different ways of…activity. I do not want to assume that “arts” is the solution…so there would be a variety of workshops for those who seek. Movement, easels, weaving works hops, ceramic works hops, primitive musical instruments, everything that could be helpful in finding one’s self. In the realization of this plan, I am far behind you… I think that’s mainly because I am too afraid to take that step alone. I do not have the courage, and maybe even the strength…? But what is to happen – will happen if we want it, so I continue to do my thing and I continue straight ahead along my winding path. You surprised me today. You gave me a lot, as well as your words – and I am compensating you how I can. Such an impulse:)

It is amazing to meet another person of my species, Just like that, on the street, unexpectedly. Whatever this moment is – it is beautiful. Thank you. And good luck. And when you build a house and want someone to visit – I will eagerly accept an invitation because I think that there are many interesting subjects which could inspire us both…

All the best,

A