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Enlightenment is not a place that one can reach.
Why would we want to strive for someone who we already are?
Dear human friend.
I had a dream tonight, actually just a couple of hours ago. One that haunts me from time to time. I realized that this dream comes on special occasions. Tonight was such an occasion. I want myself to understand the pattern and this is why I need to write it down. You may read it. Or not. But I need to write it. Publish it, read it again. Because the moment I become aware of it. Aware of when it might come. Aware of the Why, the pattern of developing, the How and the quality it comes with, that moment I will understand what lesson it might bring, what my learning it might be. Then I can go and find the treasure. Or rather allow the treasure to find me.
So, let me tell you what I remember since I am somehow empty. Empty and almost too powerless to have an impact on the keyboard under my fingers. Luckily the words seem to want to be written…
I woke up. I was wet all over my body. Sweating. And I was all in pain. And in the same moment I realized that it was no sweat or pain as I knew them. It was different and I was unable to tell.
I picked up my little notebook which I always have next to me in case something wants to be written down. The pen…
