Prayer of Messanger Paul (from Gnostic Ancient Text)

I thought it would be a good idea to start this new week in July with the prayer of messanger Paul. I deliberately don’t want to call him an apostle because he came after Jesus (he never met him personally), and was not part of the original twelve. Yet it seems he was well connected to a higher guidance, and the following prayer has depth. It is included and an opening text in the Nag Hammadi scriptures. The latter are gnostic scriptures (most of which are early Christian texts) discovered in Egypt in the 19th century. I hope the prayer will inspire you: Continue reading

We Live In a Magical World

We live in a magical world,
the world of beauty and enormous potential.
We live in a reality that,
though seemingly harsh and difficult,
is permeated with Divine bliss,
a bliss that patiently awaits for people
to open their hearts and minds in order to receive it. Continue reading

‘The Two Trees’ poem and song

‘The Two Trees’ is a poem written by an Irish poet William Butler Yeats.  He was inspired by Celtic mythology, and has written the poem in the last part of the 19th century. I wasn’t aware of it until I heard the musical composition of the poem, made by Lorenna Mckennit, an interesting Canadian singer and composer of many songs with mystical themes. Continue reading

Wakefulness

Erzengel Gabriel, Reni GuidoTo be awake. What does it mean to be awake? What does it mean to be here and now, to be completely and fully awake? Not to be awake is to be asleep, or half-awake. So much time of our daily life is spent in identification with thoughts and emotions, which inevitably bring about daydreaming. Considering all that, how much time of our lives are we truly awake? There are times when we can be, for our standards, very awake. In those moments it seems that time ceases – there is nothing else but the now, and the consciousness experiencing that eternal moment of life. When a person taps into that, they experience a true joy, possibly realizing that everything they considered happiness up until that moment is of a lesser quality, or not a true happiness at all. Continue reading

A Fly That Knows the Way Out

girl walking in front of the underground aquariumLast week I was skimming through a book on astral projection, trying to find some useful insights. At around the beginning of the book there was one interesting quote/message, which the author apparently received from his inner voice:

“A fly wonders back and forth through the air,
then lands on the windowpane.
It launces itself, flies for two feet, then lands on
the glass again. Continue reading

Gurdjieff On Art

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There is an interesting passage about art that I wish to share here, from the book In Search of the Miraculous. The book is written by Ouspensky but it mostly consists of transcripts from Gurdjieff talks. Gurdjieff was a mystic seeker who found esoteric teachings in the late 19th century. What follows is his take on art from psychological point of view. I do not completely agree with him on some things he say. I believe that sometimes an artist, accidentally or otherwise, can tap to a higher source which can help them create an objective piece of art, even if the artist himself is of the lower level of the being. Nevertheless, there are many interesting things in the following excerpt worth sharing, so here it goes:

“At the moment it is not clear to you that people living on the earth can belong to very different levels, although in appearance they look exactly the same. Just as there are very different levels of men, so there are different levels of art. Only you do not realize at present that the difference between these levels is far greater than you might suppose. You take different things on one level, far too near one another, and you think these different levels are accesible to you. Continue reading

Nebula, by Olga Grapsa

Right now I am standing at the edge of shore
Starring through the infinite space
While endless trials are born around me

Miracles
The sea’s breath
The moon’s pull
Creatures transforming moments into their untold purpose

But my own untold story vanishes in the horizon
Instead, the burning letters of the book of fire ride across the waves
Chanting another story

Oh Agni!

If I squint my eyes the salt-wind weakens
If I open my arms life takes me

I bring my foot onto the foam
and I’m caught on fire

And the sun and the moon encircle me
and the entire cosmos resides in me
Stars dance from my palms
and die at my knees
born anew with every tear

And I collapse into my self
To find my untold story
To read my own immortal pages
in the darkness of Time

I am a Nebula whose words are beads of light
And I shine in some infinite space
to one day be found