Danas sam običnjača. Osim što sam naučila paliti vatru, prizivati suptilno da se manifestira u grubom, nosim končić oko pola tijela koji se ne skida nikad, i dalje jedem rukama, ništa ekstra. Prekjučer sam gledala jednog učitelja i odjednom mi se učinio kao neki drevni šaman. Mislim da sam se inicirala u drevni vedski red. Kako je nekad sve to smiješno. A nekada duboko, lijepo, drevno i sveto. Neke nuspojave tih stvari koje radimo su neizbježne: kao pojačana intuicija, skupljanje tuđih misli, mijenjanje raspoloženja po želji, manifestiranje onog što nam je potrebno. I ostala čuda.

            Nagledala sam se gomile umjetnosti i naslušala gomile muzike. Većinom sam svaki mjesec zaljubljena u nekog novog umjetnika. Ne znam što mi bi, volim umjetnice i umjetnike. Volim kada se ljudi izražavaju na razne načine, koji se smatraju umjetnošću. Kada se kaže da je nešto umjetnost? Kada uz nju dođe i slava, prepoznavanje od strane nekog slavnog, potvrda.

Ja sam umjetnica isto. Pišem pjesme, i skladam dvoakordne baladice. Crtam slovima i pišem u bojama. Samo to nitko ne zna. Onda ja kao nisam. Ma nije mi važno, ali je zanimljivo: što nas to čini umjetnicima? Ja mislim da je bakina medena pita umjetnost. Tatine intelektualne skladbe, sestrine šale. (Koja li je u pitanju? Pitajte se, sestrice.)

Čuda i umjetnost. Gdje je uopće razlika? Čudo je vrhunska umjetnost. I umjetnost je pravo čudo.

            Često počnem pisati iz jednog uznemirenog stanja, goruće želje da nešto podijelim. Malo mi se vatra zapali, obično nakon preduge izloženosti nečemu. Smiješno to izgleda: smijem se dok prigovaram, ljutim se i mrštim, a zatim sama sebi objašnjavam zašto je zapravo sve u skladu. 

            Možda vi mislite da sam ja potpuno poludila! U jednom mi je trenutku netko rekao da nisam ‘još sasvim stabilna’. A vi jeste? Ima li jedna osoba u tvom životu za koju možeš reći da je sasvim stabilna, ništa je ne može izbaciti iz takta, baš ništa? Osim one jedne osobe, osim te jedne situacije. Ako tako nešto postoji, rekla bih da je vjerovatnije da se radi o metli nego čovjeku. (e, ova mi je fakat dobra)

Svi smo mi hrpe nakupljenih emocija, misli, impresija koje samo čekaju da ih se stisne u osjetljivo mjesto – to nam priroda stalno radi, stišće gdje treba. I nakon svake takve situacije/stanja ili puknemo ko kokice (mnogi su popucali, vidjela ja na svoje oči, majkemi), ili izrastemo iz toga i vidimo: okej, desilo se, naučeno je nešto novo, idemo dalje.

            Ja ti od srce preporučam da ako se već nečim ne baviš u smislu vježbi relaksacije, samospoznaja is slično, kreni sada. Ako si već na tom putu, molim te ne stagniraj predugo. Prestani pronalaziti razloge zašto nešto ne možeš, već kreativno potraži načine kako to možeš ostvariti (copyright by KashiJi, vrsni prenositelj kompliciranih stavki na jednostavan, svaki put ‘u sridu’, način).

S obzirom da smo svi od majke zemlje i boga svemira, u svima nama ima kreativnosti. Ne moramo biti ‘umjetnici’ da bi postojala jedna domena u našem životu u kojoj se lijepo snalazimo i uvijek nas potiče da se još više s njom bavimo.

PRESTANI S TOM LIJENOŠĆU, nemoj se čuvati za poslije smrti, učini nešto ovdje i sada. Odgađaš već 100 godina početi trčati, raditi yogu, pročitati knjigu, otići na koncert? Učini nešto lijepo za sebe, nešto korisno i kreativno! Napravi nešto što ti je oduvijek bila želja. Pa kaže: Obično čekamo da nam se ‘posloži’, pa ćemo onda napraviti. Kažem ti, kreni u izvedbu, i onda će se posložiti. Što je cilj veći, bit će i prepreka, ali ne daj se smesti. Zašto ti ovo govorim? Gdje je sreća? Sretni smo kada nešto postignemo. Svaki put kada kažeš da ćeš nešto napraviti i to ne napraviš, izgubiš malo poštovanja prema sebi. Sreća je u nama, za nas, o nama, oko nas. Sreća se vrti oko ‘Ja’. Pa neka taj tvoj ‘Ja’ i učini nešto za tu sreću. Sreća ne pada sa stabla. Čak i kada radiš nešto za druge, tko je na kraju sretan? ‘Ja’ je sretan. Učinimo nekoga sretnim, i onda smo sami sretni.

            Prezumi stvar u svoje ruke! Ako se bojiš ili nemaš snage ili te nešto drugo koči, obrati se nekome za koga misliš da ti može pomoći, organiziraj nešto s prijateljima. Javi se meni, ja uvijek mogu puno filozofirati.

I budi sretna. I budi sretan. Srećo.

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Today I am your ordinary gal. Except from learning how to make fires, invoke the subtle in order to manifest in the gross, wearing a thread over half of my body that is never taken off and still eating with my hands, nothing extra. The day before yesterday I was observing one of the teachers and to me he started to seem like an ancient shaman. I think I might have been initiated into an ancient Vedic order. Sometimes all this is so amusing and funny. Yet it can also be deep, beautiful, ancient and sacred. Some of the side effects of all these things we do are inevitable: heightened intuition, picking up others’ thoughts, manifesting all we need. And other miracles.

            I have seen loads of art and heard loads of music. I keep changing my art infatuations every month or so. I do not clearly know why, but I love artists. I love when people express themselves out of the ordinary, in ways that are considered as art. When does one say: this is art? When fame comes with it, recognition from someone famous, a confirmation. I am also an artist. Only I write two-chord ballads, I draw in letters and write in colours. So no one is aware of it. That itself is not important, what is important is what is it that makes us artists? I think my grandmother’s honey pie is art. My father’s intellectual compositions, my sister’s jokes. (Which one is it, you may ask yourselves. Well, ask, dear sisters.) 

            Miracles and art. Where is the difference? A miracle is supreme art. And art is a real miracle.

            I often start to write out of an agitated state, a burning desire to share something. I get on fire, usually after being exposed to the same thing for too long a time. It is very funny: I smile while I complain, angry and frowning, then explain myself why all is harmonious.

            Maybe you all think I went completely crazy!? Once, a person had shared that I am not ‘yet completely stable’. And you are? Is there one person in your life you can point to and say that he or she is completely stable, that nothing can throw her or him off balance, absolutely nothing? Nothing except that one person, or that one situation. If something similar exists, I would say we are talking about a broom not a human being. (I am really enjoying this comparison)

            We are all made up of a pile of accumulated emotions, thoughts and impressions that are just waiting to be poked. Nature does that all the time, pokes where it is needed. After every similar experience/state of being we either pop like pop-corn (I have seen many pop, honest), either we grow out of it and see: okay, it happened, I learned something new and let us move on.

            If you are not already doing something in the sense of exercises of relaxation, self-cognition or something similar, I whole-heartedly suggest you to start. If you already have then please do not allow yourself to be stagnant for too long. Stop trying to find reasons why not do something and use your creativity to make things happen (copyright by KashiJi, an amazing conveyor of things in the simplest of ways, he gets it with surgical precision, every time). Considering we all come from Mother Earth and God, the Universe, we all are creative. We do not need be ‘artists’ for us to have an area in our lives in which we can find ourselves comfortable with and which always incites us to do more about it.

            STOP BEING SO LAZY, do not save yourself for after death, do something here and now. You have been postponing for how long? To start running, or doing yoga, to read a book, go to a concert? Do something nice for yourself, something useful and creative! Do something you always wanted to do. It is said: Usually we wait things to fall into place and then we do them. I tell you, start doing it and then it all will fall into place.  The bigger the goal, some obstacles will come along the way, but do not let that discourage you. Why am I telling you all this? Where is happiness? We are happy when we get something done. Every time you say you will do something and do not do it, you loose a bit of self-respect. Happiness is in us, for us, about us, around us. Happiness revolves around ‘Me’. So make that ‘Me’ do something for that happiness. Happiness does not fall from trees. Even when you do something for others, who does that make happy? ‘Me’ is happy. We make others happy and then we are happy as well.

            I wish to tell you how all I write is not only advice I so selflessly give away to you. I give advice I would give myself.

            Take over your own life, and if you are scared or feel powerless or something else is stopping you, talk to someone who can help you, organise something with a group of friends. Talk to me, I am always ready for a chat.

Be happy dear. You are happiness.