Notes from the Bardo of life

Day by day, time goes slowly in psychiatric hospital for Bodhisattvas. Lack of motions is what drags me down — oh, I wish to become free again. Impossible now. Well, I can go immediately — but this way will lead me to some unwanted consequences. It’s even comfortable to be here for this piece of…

Magician

He arrived in the morning and was waiting for me near main entrance. Me — I was a bit nervous, but I expected and hoped that we’ll meet each other one day, it was in my head in Austrian mountains already. This person who impressed me, who is living example for me to learn from,…

The woods and the clouds…

During school days, I have had some special places in my world, that were chosen for meditation on nature side, for rituals, as well as for celebration of that sacred points in Solar Year Circle — Equinoxes and Solstices. I wish to confess for setting them on fire. I would like to confess for burning…

That paths what lead us through the woods.

When I was about ten years old, I discovered for myself (or just remembered — as we know everything and access any sources of information through our Inner Eye and Ears) northern Runes. Sacred symbols what shamans (northern shamanism is known as Seiðr) carved on wood, stones, their own and others’ bodies — they keep…

First memories from childhood…

I remember myself walking down the street with some tiny little rocks under my feet. I ask my father about some construction elements what were on the yard for reasons of repairing water supply system underground — I asked him, where do they come from. “They grow up, as mushrooms do” — that was the…