Thursday, August 30, 2007

My Alpha Man

My Alpha Man is a hero found in fantasy books
He is the leader of a werewolf pack
A vampire
A God forsaken Knight

He has big shoulders and two dimples on his back

He is strong and dominant
Pacing up and down like a lion awaiting his pray
He is a warrior
A chief

On earth

Long-awaited-materialised Myth

That sails through the battle-field of life
Smoothly
Wearing passion and love as his stride,
With his jaws firmly set
To take care
To protect and

Nurture

Treating children gently
And having as his strongest fetish

A fetish of a woman’s foot

Monday, August 27, 2007

Melting with every breath I take
feeling soooo indefinitely soft & tender & ripe
so completely embraced within the cloud of love
needing no help
with
ultimate
surrender
of I
&
body
&
form
suffocating
willingly
within Her Majesty Warmth

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

it is in you

It is the same drive
That gives both of us happiness
In this world of constant searches and nowhere to find drills
It is in pituitary, and hypothalamus
It is in progesterone, and testosterone
It is in your and mine brain
That are wired so differently &
Are in sync so beautifully
It is within the desert sand & stormy waters
It is in the depth of the blue
It is in the depth of you

It is in the depth of falling

And getting caught

At the very last moment

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

walking the edge

can you see me walking the edge
within your map of thoughts, streets, cities

can you help me discover the passageway
within the hypgeum dug by ants living under our houses

can you give me an access to the body of knowledge
unknown to human-kind since the beginning of time

can you lead me into the worlds
of touching the fire with bare-hands

I see you know it - can you lead me?

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Fire Dragon

I have seen the Ocean open
when you raised the stick

I have seen the Mountains move
when you looked up
& whispered - move

I have seen miracles
waiting to happen
hidden
in her contagious laughter
& I saw you lift her vale of secrets
to deliver
a thought
of deep blue waters
of silence that is only found
in the noises of nature
of shaking earth
that was touched
by the breath of
fire dragon
in love

Truth

I had a thought
that ended-up in your coffee

I had a feeling
that cut deep into my skin

I had a word
that could have changed the world

I had everything mapped
and I lost it in a few seconds
of Truth

Monday, August 06, 2007

There is only one thing I like more than
Your male sun-burnt body that smells of Africa and tiger’s skin
Freely holding your hand in the middle of the crowds
Shouting your name loud and clear so everybody can hear it

There is only one thing I like more than
The way you walk the edge, following the velvet of Her skirt
Daring to say and live the truth openly respecting an eagle within
Without abandoning the long-term nest

There is only one thing I like more than
The sound of the sea that safely sleeps within your head
Fighting for love, knowing that love is not a cake that
Can not be cut and shared and baked over and over again

There is only one thing I like more than
The warmth of the centre of your palm that shreds tears of love
Your desire to be naked wherever and whenever you can

That is now hidden underneath all that useless clothes

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

my never-to-be-man

he might not be the one
but his skin and his hands and his neck
smelled sooo good

like the smell of a crimson sunset on a cloudy day
like the dark blue shadow that set under the chin
of an eighteen-year-old-in-love

he might not be the one
but he crawled under my skin
sooo quickly

like a dream that touched the brain cells
leaving a memory of never-to-forget-an-experience
but staying forgotten for an awakened eye

he might not be the one
but i felt secure and warm and sooo right
in his arms

like a baby cuddled between the
silky virginal cloth
smelling the milk of her mother's bosoms

and he:

disappeared with the Maltese breeze
as quickly as the weather changed
within this little island

was gone with the sand on my foot
left behind
yesterday on the beach

faded with the jelly-fish sting
'cause I treated it rightly
so a scare does not mark my skin

left my heart trembling
feeling sooo tender and sooo new
and sooo alive

Monday, July 30, 2007

Cupid's arrow

Hit by the arrow
I am falling

Can see no nets

Into the depths
of unconscious

of exciting deep blue

of truely unknown
softness

Falling into
new horizonts
into whispers
that keep coming back
into softness
of his hands

Loosing the ground

I am
Falling
in
Love

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Shakti dance

Universe was revolving in me
disguised as a thought foot-print
rocking life
rolling ships
hiding within a tide of God
borrowed from the sea
a question
Why?

Amidst the journey
Amin - cracked the clouds
Amin - of Her Will

Stubbornness of Love rebelled

hold-on the Mighty-One
hold-on

Are we allowed just to taste it &
not to live it?
Are we allowed just a glimpse
of Her shadow, just a touch of Her veil

Hold-on!

All the demons of life and
Thought- that we are buried under
Fight with knights and princesses
of this world
Against
Her supreme manifestation
Against
Her Majesty awakened state
Against
Her abode on Earth

What I dared I wished
What I wished I lived


Can I live It?

Monday, July 16, 2007

Aum

Satia - Dharma - Ahimsa
Radhe Krishna Radhe Krishna
Radhe Radhe Radhe
Break the Walls
Shiva Namah Om
Study Being
Fiiiiiiiiiiiiind the key
To the machine
Satia - Dharma - Ahimsa
AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Lost in translation

his effort to meet her eyes
her intention to get well known
my attempt to break the ice

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

a dog or a cat

a dog running after us
earth tunnel unfolds
cold and dark and wet
opening channels
of fear and trust
that the light will once come

a dog running after us barking
'speed up - the time is now!'

to expose

a moment of silence
that brings the star dust
into my hand

expanding the knowledge
unfolding the senses
exploring the depths

to uncover

a lemon tree and
a cat sleeping
on a white step
or was it a bench...
on a street corner

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

VITRIOL

How high do we need to climb to reach it?
How deep do we need to dig to find it?
Hidden at the very top of the highest Cathedral
Buried at the very bottom of the deepest cave
Concealed at the very top of the Sacred Mountain
Veiled at the very bottom of the Temple's path
Waiting at the very top of the largest pyramid
Rooted at the very bottom of the secret search
Within the Holy of Holies
Sleeps untouched a sparkling pearl
Find it, swallow it & become it
And each drop of your blood
Will become a star

Monday, June 25, 2007

Simon Vella

A journey through psychedelic sounds
under the Valletta moon
with Simon Vella and fair trade fighters
of this little amazing rock

A free spirit I grew to admire
gave me - once again - a sense of
emotions, passion, rhythm
to teach me that...

The male beats need to be ordered
and female chaos exagerated
both purified in their strength
to be merged in perfection, we call Harmony

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Lapis

To release the power of Lapis
Make the fixed one volatile
And the volatile fixed

Break Ego and its walls
Cleanse it,
Boil it,
Soften it,
Disperse it…

And strengthen the Will
Descending Divine Qualities
& your Soul will shine Gold

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Perfection

God created Nature that is full of chaos
Where no two things are equal

Where no sound, no colour, no shape is repeated

Man copied God and created

Symmetry, mathematics, music, straight lines
Man copied God and created Harmony

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Nature knows no waste

'Since the matter and substance of things
are indestructible,
all its parts are subject to all forms,
so that Each and Everything becomes
Everything and Each'

Cycle of re-birth is within the Earth design
At one point or another
We will be or were all that Life on Earth has ever been

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Did you know?

Earth does not create waste
everything gets re-cycled
The only spiecies on Earth
that creates non-recyclable waste
is Human

Monday, June 11, 2007

Z thanks for the magic!

A moment of stillness caught me in between two breaths
in the Holy of Holliest
guided by my Knight
to experience the marriage of the two
to enter the centre of VITRIOL

Visita Interiora Terra
Rectificanto Inveniens
Occultum Lapidem

Monday, May 28, 2007

Death and Life

I saw a man dying
in front of my favourite coffee shop

My dear friend is just now giving a birth

Man's daughter was crying

My friend is now screaming

We stood there and prayed for him

Now I pray for her

Death and Life intermingled
within my mind
searching for recognition
and for space

Death and Life - both merged with pain

Friday, April 27, 2007

Salsbourg

A phantom serpent uncurls
at the bottom of my spine
to reveal
a perfection of God's & Man's creation
in the middle of Salsbourg Cathedral of Notre Dame

within a pure cup of white Chinese tea
that brews twice the drip of the sand dial on my table

within the hills of south German villages
and meditation chair that waits for me every morning
as though it was designed for me & my little visit

within the eyes of an old lady that starts chatting
as soon as she meets my eyes in the middle of the train

within hugs and kisses of mothers and children
that connect so deeply but can hardly say a word to each other

a perfection of God's & Man's creation

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Neruda - Tie your heart at night to mine, love

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.

Pablo Neruda about love

Love
Because of you,
in gardens of blossoming flowers
I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face,
I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you,
I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume,
I am bound to my vague memory of you.
I live with pain that is like a wound;
if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me,
like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love,
yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me;
becauseof you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
shooting stars, falling objects.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

my cells remember your smell
my body - your warmth
floating in the space between breath in and out
I became your touch

Monday, April 16, 2007

Gift from the enlightened

I looked into his green eyes and I saw
His enlightened glow

He is one of the few - the Lady of Damascus Guardian
Her faithful solder
They take care of each other
Since the 11th century

He is 89, and he intimately knows life and death
and us, the coinsidental visitors of his little secluded church
His hands are sensitive, soft and loving

He blessed us and gave us a gift of a warm heart and a saying:
Birds of anger, hate, worries and negativity
will always fly above our heads - we can not do anything about that
but what we can prevent
is them nesting onto our heads

Friday, April 13, 2007

from Votan - sharing a secret

From the depth
A voice
Is talking to you.

In the night
Two bodies moving
And a shadow on the wall.
and She said - let it be Light
and She said - let it be Life
and She said - let it be Love
and we stayed trans-fixed within Her Game
glued to the existence on this little planet
to the time and space and movement
that can never be
fully
ours

Wednesday, April 11, 2007


I touched the heavens tonight - were you with me?

Monday, April 09, 2007

Touched by Shining Love

I was touched by shining love
transformed and taken into the universes
of clarity and mental strength
of training and perfection

of Wisdom that manifests as Light

I was touched by shining love
by Spirit warriors, dancers, & followers of Life
that Know but still don't know that they know
that feel and act and ARE

within the world of Enlightened Few

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Her Majesties Wisdom

Fate like a jackal feeds amongst
the tombs of past beliefs
digging deep into the wounds
of what you and me once called hope

I pondered sometime
at my first glimpse of the Temple
of human flash, of burning hearts
of confused whispers and determined sights

We all know the road - it is so clear
to the bottom of the spine
to our ancestor’s accumulated wisdom
to love that has no lines, has no ends

We can take it in - I promise - try!
the magic and mystery hidden
within the walls of two that could be many
scratch the surface, break into its core

What is our Goddess's name?
Where does the secret sleep? Is it within the Stone? Or Sun? Or Sea?
And with the minds of two, can we dream to comprehend
Her message of many?

Thursday, March 22, 2007

to a Spiritual Warrior

Building a temple of love, lovers,
warriors, sages, movements, light
flow, soul-mates, pillars
I came across you

I smelled your body
and liked the smell
You disappeared in me
for a moment that lasted eternity

Connected with a golden line
we met in a space that was not ours
that belongs to Gods and Goddesses

that belongs to the Divine Calling

Connected with a golden line
I recognised you and received you
Moving into the Universe
that has no Beginings and no Ends

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Attempting to understand

Attempting to understand Death
I told a friend how much It touched me
He didn’t even blink

Such an intimate experience!
If it doesn’t touch you – you’ll stay blind

In dying Life is progressively extinguished
Drop-by-drop until the last traces are gone
And it happens all around us, all the time

Life ceases to exist
Honouring limit-ness of His creation

Friday, February 16, 2007

Emptiness

God, Allah, Jahweh,
Brahman, Tao
I am calling you

Unite with Emptiness

The one that already Is
Integrating All

To True Nature
Ultimately Reality
Essence of the Centre

Oooo, Infinite Empty Consciousness
Be my Mind
That always knew & already Is

Did Martians exist

An orbiting spacecraft took a photo
That proves that there is water
On Mars rigid shell

The Red Planet was once Blue!

Flowing down the crater walls
Left me curious with the question:
Who was the one to lead & who the one to follow
In this noble race of Life

A 4.5 billion-year-old Martian meteorite
Was found in Antarctica
Crashed into Earth 13,000 years ago
Carrying within fossil nano-being
That breathed life

Seeded from Mars our waters flourished
Bringing forth the evolutions chain
From the beginning to its very end
As we know it today

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Monday, February 05, 2007

Love


Red-hot-dry-purposeful-sensitive
Blind
Incapable of stopping
A dream within many realities
Reality of a dream
Her name is Love

Friday, February 02, 2007

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Portugal - at the edge of the world

The great shadow of the past
followed our steps
wherever we went

Sculptured flowers
colourful tiles
twisted ropes with serpents heads
renaissance motives and laundry
hanging over the street balconies

Magic of sounds, smells and touches
bring back memories
of black fishermen wives
walking through streets
balancing bulgy baskets
or water
on their heads

Vessels laden with slaves,
gold and ivory
and breeze that smells of salt
call remembrance of
the innocent clay coloured men
that embedded they signatures
onto the faces of the land
that exists
at the edge of the world

Monday, January 29, 2007

unmentionable

wild wonderment into deep memories
to uncover
vague understanding
of unmentionable

the cold, damp night breeze
blew between us
reality outrun apprehensions
to bring
an infinity of your firmness wilfulness
to leave

dead wintry bleakness
mirrored Her Majesty icy heart
in your eyes

un-shored, harbourless
I kept wondering
how did my anchor loose its ground

as the sky grew less gloomy
I gathered some courage
and asked

Why?

the universe revolved within me
disguised within a foot-print on sand
rocking life
rolling ships
hiding a tide borrowed from the sea
to a heart-full, merciless God’s laughter

Portugal - a land of magic

A land of alchemy and magic
At the far end of the world
Opens her gate revealing nature's and man's
Sweet and sour impressions

Collecting images directly
From Her Majesties hefty bosoms
She glides through the space intact
Challenging clauses of our hidden pact

Perhaps here, as a Cynthia’s mate
I first time fell into the Cupid’s net
Blindly deceived - my Nature Spirit's Soul
Descended into the Maya's infinite whole

Perhaps here, in the land of plenty
My worlds vanished to receive the Mighty
I lost the innocence of many kept within the few
Hoping I will again discover Her touch, Her breath, Her dew

Monday, January 15, 2007

Gandhi on non violence


Ahimsa means not to injure any creature by thought, word or deed, not even to the supposed advantage of this creature.
Truth is my religion and ahimsa is the only way of its realisation.
I do not envisage God other than truth and non-violence. If you have accepted the doctrine of ahimsa without a full realization of its implications, you are at liberty to repudiate it.


Friday, January 12, 2007

End of violence

I believe, with all my being, that it is possible to end violence.
Completely.
Suffering can be healed.
It is our choice to have the violence, and
We can chose to live without it.
Completely.
One by one, our choices became our current reality.

With Intention and Conscious Choice

One by one, we create a new reality.
Reality without violence
Reality of New Earth
Of the Radiant Light of Cosmic Unconditional Love

Thursday, January 04, 2007

freed

as a wild wind crossing the planes
as a water whirlpool playing in the sea
immensely freed of
pre-conditioning
mightily released from
pre-judices
dogmatically against
dogmas
Walk
Breath
Swim
Dance
Love

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Clouds

Clouds
Spiritual cousins of
Elephants
Cross the plain gently
Leaving me in wonder about
Life and rain

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Lao Tzu - the Mysterious Dragon

Lao Tzu was born around 500B.C.
He was Head Librarian of the imperial archives of King Wu of Zhou.
His wise counsel attracted many followers, but he refused to write down his ideas. He believed that written words might one day become formal dogmas. He also did not lay down any rigid code of behavior.
He believed that humans and everything else in the universe, are constantely influencing each other, so he advised to observe nature laws, develop intuition through meditation, and build personal power to use them to lead life with love. Confucius visited Lao Tzu and recognising his deep understanding of life he named him - the Mysterious Dragon.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Soham

Complete non-conditioning

+ with complete love

= floating down the alley and knowing

that every single being that you meet

on your way

is His Creation

that every action has its purpose

every door its destination

that I am It

that It is Us

that Life IS

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Jyotsna

She sang for us
and took us into the journey
of our-own reflections
opening cracks of angels abodes
so we can peak in
and sense the beauty
of eternal melody
only known to the few...

Written by Jyotsna...
'This temple made in the shape of a goddess
two rounded forms and head laying rested on elbows
voluptuous entry out from the womb and into a world I cannot fathom'

Wednesday, December 20, 2006


Not Light but Overflow of Light

Not Love but Overflow of Love

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Monday, December 11, 2006

'He who joyfully marches to music rank and file, has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.'
Albert Einstein: http://www.heartquotes.net/Einstein.html

According to Thelemic doctrine

Some quotes from the First Chapter of Liber Legis:

"Every man and every woman is a star."
"Come forth, o children, under the stars, & take your fill of love!"
"Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will."

Notes from Crowley's commentary to Liber Legis:

"Heaven is not a place where Gods Live; Nuit is Heaven, itself."
"Nuit obtains the satisfaction of Her Nature when the parts of Her Body fulfill their own Nature. The sacrament of life is not only so from the point of view of the celebrants, but from that of the divinity invoked."

Friday, December 08, 2006

Life prayer

May I be Eternal Consciousness
Aware and alert at every point

Of this cyclical existence

May I expand like a space Absorbing the great elements

Earth & water & air into my being

May I always support

The life and its manifestation

The growth and its beauty

And the boundlessness of the creation

A nazi leader was at our party today
and people laughed while he spoke
it is just a joke - he is just a clown - they said!
One started shouting against him - only one...
I booooooood and we got him off the stage
because I don't think
that they should be allowed
the right to speak or
the right to be heard...

Thursday, December 07, 2006

About love from Richard

'Once upon a river
once upon my mind
you left your imprint
on my soul, among the leaves
and falling water.

I have sailed so far away
to the darkest corners of the day,
so that you can walk with me
hand in hand, in the rain
and with the pain.

If you are the harbour
I am the shore.
If you are the light
then I am the door
through we must step
hand in hand, until
the end of our days.'

from: http://richardemblin.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

This is Malta

I saw a man falling off the pavement
this morning
He couldn’t stand up and he cried

for help
In a matter of 10 seconds
While I was driving past
Three cars stopped and six people
Were running to help him
With an expression of

worry,
compassion,
emergency
As though this was their grand-pa…

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Egyptian Book of the Dead

No, these are not 10 commandments...

Written within the Egyptian Book of Dead around 1,800 BC (Hebrew Exodus from Egypt was estimated around 1,400 BC) - in order to enter afterlife a man must swear:

"I have done away sin for thee and not acted fraudulently or deceitfully.
I have not belittled God.
I have not inflicted pain or caused another to weep.
I have not murdered or given such an order.
I have not used false balances or scales.
I have not purloined (held back) the offerings to the gods.
I have not stolen.
I have not uttered lies or curses."

Monday, December 04, 2006

Worshiping Goddess in Malta

Maybe they were placed as a great mystery to keep people focused on the mysterious.’ (a great quote - I think from Dr. Anton Mifsud)

The Hypogeum, a city of the dead, invited me in, some months ago, and today I want to tell you its story. It is an underground temple that for 1,000s of years, housed around 30,000 departed.
Built more than 5,000 years ago, by an unknown civilisation, this underground marvel consists of halls, chambers and passages, carved within the living rock, and it is huge, it covers some 500m². It was discovered accidentally in 1902, once somebody building a house atop stumbled upon this Neolithic treasure.

In the same way as the womb of the Goddess opens within the temples above the ground, so that you can enter it and emerge through it, on to the other side, re-born, this underground shrine opens its womb to take you in. The chambers are linked and intricately woven within this Sacred Space with many rooms, doorways, passageways, and they invite you into the snake-like stir, before a complete standstill, before you are allowed to enter the land of silence, darkness and stillness from where we all came from.

The Holy of Holies, the Main Chamber, stands at its core. In its shape it mimics the interior of the temples above the ground, built in the same period, as though its solo purpose is to be a mirror expression of another Life cycle.

The main chamber was coloured with red ochre, the colour of blood - the colour of the life stream - and it still echoes this redness. It is in this room that the archaeologists discovered the statuette of the sleeping lady. This huge peaceful woman, made of limestone, invites you to the land of dead, taking you in, through the gates of all-time-utterly familiar state, the state of dreamless sleep. The lady lies on her right side in a yoga position recommended in Tibetan Buddhism as a pose for dieing - with her right hand under her head. Through the dreamless sleep she takes us into the Goddess’s dreams, leading us through the paths of after-life separation from all we’ve known to the entrance of a new world. She lets us die to get reborn again within the wisdom of Her Eternal Stillness.

The next room is called Oracle and its shape is rectangular and within its walls it hides a secret of High Priests of the unknown civilisation. It hides a hole through which a man's voice echoes, amplified, resounding throughout all the other caves. The ceiling of this room is elaborately painted with red spirals repeating to the generations to come messages of cyclical existence.
Within these chambers, the dead were buried in the crouching foetus position as though their bodies are brought back to the womb. A woman buried with her baby in her arms, a boy with his puppy - are all laid with the same care.

A chamber after chamber after chamber, going through this maze, I remembered the story that was written on these walls a century ago with tears of 30 lost children’s mothers’. One of these burial chambers hides a passageway that continues deep into unexplored caverns beyond. It is believed that once upon a time one could walk through the labyrinths and caves from one end of Malta to the catacombs in Rome (this might even be true because the Mediterranean Sea was created after the Neolithic times). In 1940, thirty school children and their teacher on their study tour got lost within the underground passageways of the Hypogeum. The lost children passed through the burial chamber, and a wall collapsed, so that they couldn’t go back. Unwisely, they decided to continue their journey through the passageways hoping to find an exit. Search parties were never able to locate any trace of them. Grieving mothers claimed that for days they could hear their children crying and screaming from under the earth.

Another story narrated at about the same time by an employee of the British Embassy, gives these chambers an aura of a science-fiction movie. She claimed that she crawled through one of the Hypogeum passageways and saw a procession of tall humanoids with white hair covering their bodies from head to toes. Sensing her, these creatures turned towards her lifting their palms sending a strong wind in her direction. At this point she escaped the passageway only to return to the empty room some months later.

Leaving the science-fiction aside both underground and above ground temples are a mystery in its-own right.

A thousand years before the Egyptian pyramids, and four thousand years before Buddha or Christ, a civilization existed that is neither recorded in the Bible nor described in the hieroglyphics of an Egyptian tomb. They left behind twenty five so-far-discovered above the ground temples built with the stones measuring up to 18 meters in height and weighing more than 50 tones.
Having so many temples in such a small space suggests that Malta was a place of pilgrimage and a worshiping centre in early times. I can almost see people from all over the world coming for help, or for spiritual union with the Goddess in all her forms: a young woman sleeping on the stone floor of the Temple to get in touch with her dead lover; silhouettes of people dancing or chanting hypnotically praying for the better crops; circles of bodies, opening like a flower to absorb the healing energy; secluded individuals & priests meditating invoking Her Energies; a pregnant women spending time in the Hypogeum so that the spirit of the dead may protect her new-born; a priest sacrificing animals or fruit worshiping the earth with its manifestations.

The spirals painted in red ochre or carved on the walls reflect the respect for the different expressions of Goddess, for the cycle of life and death, winter and summer, destruction and regeneration.

To live, they did not need weapons (at least we found no trace of them), but many, many worshiping centres, to bury their dead, they carved within the rocks the underground replicas of the above-ground shrines, performed rituals respecting the stages of the after-life, allowing their dead to ‘rest in peace’ in a familiar Goddess’s abode.

All the megalithic Maltese temples and people were hidden, forgotten and ignored for many thousands of years. And yet, this mysterious and advanced civilisation could have been the cradle of all the known civilizations.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Trained to kill

The man I met on my one-to-one meeting today was trained to kill.

Pit bull dogs have been selectively bred and trained to kill another dogs in a battle. We hear of them once in awhile when a baby’s head gets bitten or a child gets attacked in the middle of a playing field, and once the Governments get too angry and decide to forbid the dogs within the country. So then, as the protective measure, we kill them all, destroying the creation of our-own sick fantasies, because it became too dangerous for our own species.

Throughout human history, humans were selectively bred and trained to kill other humans in a battle. Governments, armies, police, special forces, secret forces, all our KGBs and CIAs, spend a lot of money to ensure that their faithful men were not disturbed by the order to kill.

Physical and verbal abuse is a commonly used in the training: push-ups, running with heavy loads, shaved heads, complete luck of privacy, abuse and discrimination, crazy officers, all well defined methods with the same aim, so that the men would lose their individuality, their sense of right and wrong, their existing mores and norms, and so that they will accept a new set of values that include hatred, violence, and killing as a way of life.

Another method commonly used is stimulus-response, stimulus-response conditioning. When people are frightened they will do what they have been conditioned to do. The military has made killing a conditioned response. Soldiers and police learn to fire at man-like silhouettes. They train to fire within a second and they are rewarded if the targets are hit properly – shot in the head or heart. So their conditioned response becomes to shoot the target as quickly as possible, to shoot reflexively, to shoot to kill.

And, of course, they are always carefully brained wash so that they believe in the cause of the killing, so that they are fighting against the necessary evil, so that they are hero-s, the chosen ones, the special forces, with no empathy or remorse for the deaths of their fellow human beings or guilt for the murders they have just committed.

Today, I have met one of them.

I am not a part of the US Special Forces any more, he says, once the cold war was over, they didn’t know what to do with us, we were too many, so they started sending us to the front line of the war zones. Once I lost half of my men I decided to quit. There was no sense in staying, it became too dangerous, in fact, it became quite suicidal.

We were sitting at a corner table of a very beautiful Italian restaurant, high ceilings, middle age atmosphere, large windows that cover the whole wall of the place, candles, flowers, all the lot. Through the windows we could see a martial art club practitioners in the middle of their training throwing their legs high.

As a part of special forces did you practice martial arts? I asked.

Martial Arts, he smiled, we mastered a Martial Art called Wang Tsun or Wing Chun.

In the 16th Century in China, he said, there was a set of Buddhist Temples called Shaolin, that were at the time Chinese martial arts training academies. Within the Temples, the monks developed a new, high level martial art, gathering all the experience of the previous systems. The elders shared the most advanced knowledge of the human body, of human psychology, and fighting, and they created a completely new style called Wing Chun.

Wing Chun was designed for a single purpose - hand to hand combat. He said. The monks' goal was to train ordinary people, even women, to fight very effectively in the shortest possible time. Their goal was to create a martial arts system based on simplicity, and efficiency. Every movement of the hands and feet had to be coordinated, precise and powerful and it had to directly apply within a fight. This new art was conducted and passed from monk to monk under secrecy. The legend says that after the Shaolin Temple was burnt among the survivors of the massacres was a Buddhist nun who passed her knowledge onto her chosen disciple, a young girl named Wing Chun. This is why the Art is called Wing Chun.

Wing Chun is like a dance, he said, it is very precise and clear. You do not need all the kicks that you usually find in other Martial Arts, you don’t need all the strength, it is design to be effective. Wing Chun does not have fancy stuff around it, no high kicks, the movements are very refined.

When you stand firm you concentrate all the power in your fist and punch. And he punched the air. Look at the candle, he said, and the strength of the air his punch moved, extinguished the flame in front of me.

Wing Chun is very good in street fighting. It is a close combat fighting. You don’t go for the scull, the scull is not easy to break, you go for knee caps, for the throat and for kidneys. You disable them in a couple of minutes and you disable them for life. They don’t even feel the pain, the pain comes later, if they are alive to feel anything.

There are only three hand forms, you would think it is easy to learn, he said. In fact, it is very easy to learn the combinations, but to do them well you need to practice for years. I practiced for more than 10 years.

It is all about the feeling, if you know how to dance you would know how to do Wing Chun. It is about the sensitivity, relaxation, flexibility, and coordination of arms and hands. He would be looking at my hands and my feet would have already broken his knee caps – it is very fast, very effective. You have to have the knowledge of how to use the force of the opponent against him and how to position your arms, limbs, and body in such a way so that the force becomes explosive. The fights do not last long, they are over in a couple of minutes.

You do not see much of Wing Chun practiced, you see it around high level politicians, their body guards know the skill, otherwise it is rare, because it is so effective and so dangerous.
Choosing a weapon, for example, there is a misconception that a weapon should be a knife, he said, picking up a knife from the table in front of him. A knife is short and you are not controlling the distance. When the weapon is very long you will have an advantage. This vase, for example, is a perfect weapon, I can reach your head, in no time, I just need to develop sufficient strength in the wrist.

You also need to develop calmness and stillness and to wait for the right moment when the distance is just right and if you have trained your elbow and finger strikes you can go for the points of the body that are most effective, most sensitive and most unprotected. I used it in real fights; and I developed a reaction, if you are close to me, or you are touching a particular point of my body, I would immediately react, my reaction would be fight, very quickly I would go into the right position and fight.

The footwork of Wing Chun never advances in a straight line. For example, extend your both hands from your body, your arms creating a triangle surrounding your body. I’ve done what he told me. Advancing straight would bring me directly into the tip of the triangle you have created, to the point of its greatest strength. My body automatically kept the triangle strong. And the triangle is the strongest force in nature, he said, that is why pyramids are triangular in shape and they stayed standing for 1,000s of years. That is why the footwork of the Wing Chun closes on you at an angle giving me control over my own timing and your balance. It is a dance, just like a dance.

A dance that kills I thought, moving my hands slightly backwards so that he can not touch me any more.

The head is hard and once you are choosing the target you need to go for the sensitive parts - the eyes, nose, and teeth, they are fragile. A strike to the eyes will disable the opponent, he won’t be able to see let alone fight. Attacking the upper gate keeps the opponent occupied. He cannot ignore the fact that an attack is aimed at his face. So than you go for his knees, when he does not expect it, you disable his legs breaking his knee caps.

After this, I changed the subject, we talked about art, business, food, movies, concerts, but his description of Wing Chun stayed with me all through the evening.

To the monks, in China, 400 years back, martial arts were methods to cultivate their bodies, hearts and nourish their Buddha nature. They were carefully passed from monk to monk so that the art is not abused or misused. When Wing Chun left the Temples, the students who were thought the discipline were not beginners, they had already gone through the years of previous martial arts and Buddhist training. The monks combined the art with the philosophy keeping the teaching secret and sacred for hundreds of years.

Today, I was sitting with a man whose left hand was broken in many, many places in the close combat. His heart was also broken and I felt sorry for him.

I went home ending our never to start little romance and went to the bed shivering every time I thought of his left hand.

I cried because of all the karma he has accumulated following his path in the quest to be the best one, the best within the army, the best within the special forces, one of the heroes of some people’s children’s stories, the one who saves and fights and kills so that some will have ‘better lives’.

I cried because I knew that we have created him, with our myths and legends that still tolerate and approve killings, and still believe in heroes. I cried because I could hear the cries of all the mothers that hated him because he killed their sons, I cried because of the endlessness of the circle we live in, the circle of hunters and victims and victims that become hunters just because they believe in the motives of their actions.

And I prayed, with all the might of my prayer, I prayed for the humanity to realise that there is no motive strong enough to justify killings, there is no excuse pure enough to allow murders. Do Not Kill is the First Law and the Main Law that we have abused and exchanged with many other rules and regulations giving ourselves the right to take the Sacred Gift of Life away from other Sentient Beings.

Thursday, November 30, 2006


I know that the sky Awaits

and today I celebrate

Her Majesty: the Flight

photo: http://richardemblin.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

A man trained to kill

he was within US special forces
he had his group of fighters

they were all trained to kill

his left hand is broken in 5 places
his eyes lit when he talks about fight

He says: most of the martial arts have too many kicks
you don't need that - it is unnecessary,
the only thing you need is to know how to control the distance
and than you go for the throught, kidneys and knee caps
Skull is too hard, you do not go for the head

And he says - they don´t even feel the pain - pain comes later
and you disable them for life
or kill them in a minute...

He talks about people as though he talks about numbers

They were trained to fight the comunists
and when the cold war was over
Army didn't know what to do with them
- they were too many
so they started sending them to war zones
to get them killed...

He said, I lost half of my people
when I decided to quit
I went to Europe, saw people in suits, living ok,
with an ok salary - and I thought: I can do this
I got a suit and started my own business

I don´t fight any more he said, only once
when 3 people tried to rob me - they were from Yugoslavia

One was behind me with the gun and I felt his distance
He is close enough for me to get him, I thought
and the fight was over in 2 minutes, they were all unconscious
before I even put my money into my pocket...

And I cried after I met him
I cried for the humanity that has created him
I cried for him and all the ones he wouldn't count
And I prayed for him
I prayed with all the might of my prayer
So God would forgive him and forgive us for letting it happen

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Francis of Asissi poem

God came to my house and asked
for charity.
And I fell on my knees and
cried, "Beloved,

what may I give?"

"Just love," He said.
"Just love".

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Rumi

" Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest. ...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source." Rumi

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Now imagine White Light

Light waves are waves of energy in the form of electric and magnetic fields. The amount of energy in a light wave is proportional to its frequency: high frequency light has high energy; low frequency light has low energy. The frequency of visible light is: color, and ranges from low frequency red, and high frequency violet. The combination of every color in the visible spectrum produces white. The full range of frequencies extends beyond the visible spectrum, so we have radio waves, ultra violet rays, etc. Light waves move at their maximum 300,000 kilometers per second which makes light the fastest phenomenon in the universe.

photo by sasahu

Saturday, November 18, 2006

His Consciousness

To Glorious Wisdom of Love
To the Profound Heart Sound
To Great Awareness of the enlightened few
To Limitless Space of Compassion
To Alertness of Bliss and Emptiness

To the Mind riding on the wind of Light
To Amitaba and Amideva
To Milarepa and Baba Ji
To you my Father and Mather
Whose Merge brought me here
To experience
The Diamond Being
Within the Primeordial Consciousness
of One

Getting enlightened

I got enlightened today
I tapped into the power of Nature
Reclaimed my authority
of the Son of Man and Son of God
Through the heresy and anarchy
I connected with the pulsating
Universe
and understood
Her Strength & His Love

photo by peter bowers

Monday, November 06, 2006

Buddha Mind

It is so vast
I can feel It


Expanding
Exploding
Exploring
Every call of my body
It is so vast
I entered It
And
It left me
Broken
into 1,000,000s of pieces

It is so vast
Without time
Without space & essence
It has never begun
And will never end
Like an Orgasm
That laaaaasts for-ever

∞ Like the Universe
In a grain of sand

Like Light
Like Love
Like Movement
Within my DNA
Like Silence

In between two breaths

Like Death giving birth toLife
Like you and me in my dreams

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

abyss of shadows

My bird keeps flying directly towards my cat
she comes to me only when the cat is in my lap
she lands exactly where the cat sleeps
she exits her nest only when she hears the cat purring

and yesterday I saved her from the cat's jaws - will she learn?

or will she stay flying towards the deadly embrace
over-and-over-again
choosing a completely un-fair fight over her deepest fears

or will she burn sacrificing her fragile body
within the same attraction
a butterfly suicidally enters a flame

or will she learn
to live
with her hypnotic fascination
in the same way
we - mortals - can learn
to live
with our fascination
with light
keeping our journey
towards the death
long and intense
walking the edge
but not falling
into the abyss of its shadows

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Halloween

Time to get spooked
Time to get in to the world of shadows
and smiles that are not ours

Time to discover the deepest secret
Covering the surface of the sea
Time to enter blue - dark, dark blue

Monday, October 30, 2006

treasure

Yesterday
I found a treasure
hidden under a mountain
behind woods
at the bottom of a lake
inside a box
that lies within a body of a dead animal
whose key was lost centuries ago
and when I saw it
I remembered it from my dream
that keeps occurring night after night after night
and I knew just of one word to describe it
BEAUTIFUL...