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Ancestral language

I live looking for an unknown language. A language that the nations do not know
A language practiced by my ancestors.

Its nature is incomprehensible, It reveals itself in meaningless ways
Master suffering, fatigue and tiredness. A new feeling is then born without the sensation of tiredness, fatigue and suffering.

The language is very sensitive, a language of peace and much love
I don't know how to explain this ancestral language, and its own concepts, but I can express it daily practicing constantly in my own world, its softness indwell in my veins, Inside my bones, it lives in me.

Its alphabet is not made up of thousands of letters, of symbols, but of inexpressible expressions. I don't know how to explain it, but I feel its sweetness.
The ancestral language is not just vocal, it is telepathic, gestural, mental and spiritual, expressed in silence, in the smell of a daisy flower, in a look in her eyes, on her face, ah the language manifests itself, we don't need to do anything else.

Well, I remember, the sun burning the field and the nature around it, from sunrise to sunset, we out there in the field grinding, the tiredness of work my lovely mother sat on the ground contemplating that skinny little creature that was me grinding in the field all day around. I look back and see that beautiful, smiling face, tired from work.

We stared at each other, smiling faces, full of joy. In our exhaustion, we began to laugh. There we practiced the unknown language, an ancestral language.

Long before the French Revolution, long before the reconstruction of Constantinople, long before the ancient kingdoms and their reigns, my ancestors lived practicing this language. Before civilizations, even in ancient time , my people already mastered this language. A language that is not mine, but lives within me. A language that is part of me, an ancestral language.

When the worlds were constituted and mankind came into being, God placed this language within mankind, but because of evil corruption soon mankind lost it, it became unknown to almost everyone. A language of my ancestors that will be in my successors and my children will practice it, I will teach this language to many people, and within it they will be complete people, lacking nothing, they will rejoice in everything, they will be satisfied, and enjoy abundantly.

Smooth drink

A few years ago, one of those mornings drinking a cup of tea before going about my daily tasks. I saw a crowd of people claiming their rights was nothing more than feminists protesting the abuses of male society. Protest signs, banners saying to stop harsh treatment, screening for freedom. One of the protesters came up to me inviting me to join. It was Natalia colleague of mine. That's when I invited her to have a sit and join me in small talk and smooth drink. She was trying to convince me to seek recognition by force, demanding that society give my right by imposition.

So I said listen Naty I don't impose, I protest with arguments, if they just ignore it, I oppose with silence smoothly I withdraw my presence and I move on. You protesting against the aggressor using aggression, vandalism, violence, shouting, insulting, in order for you to gain recognition, you must first become perverse.

What about you not wanting their recognition? What if you don't fight them? Aren't you trying to be different from them? All they want is to turn your personality into their personality.

You will fight them harder and harder, little by little you will become aggressive, intolerant, primitive, rude, wicked as they do without peace, extremely stressed. In the end you will be frustrated and depressed with the recognition in your hands signed by them. My lady, indeed, you do not need this. You don't need society's recognition, when the price to be paid is your life, you don't want to pay, the role of recognition is not worth your peace.

She said if they didn't allow you to drink tea here, wouldn't you fight?
I said probably not, I'd drink elsewhere no problem, with 195 countries in over 10.000 cities, how many cafes do we have on earth? And if that wasn't enough, I would go home and smoothly drink water, no problem.

For freedom you don't have to fight others, it's not about recognition and materialism. Freedom lives in you, in the straight paths of your life, in the quietest part of you, in understanding, in simplicity, in the purity of your heart. freedom dwells with God, the Almighty gives freedom to the meek by setting them free, so they fly with their minds to the heavens of freedom and never come back.

Hiding from the truth

The human beings are living in the caves hiding from the truth, that's the condition we place ourselves.

When I feel condemned by my mind for doing right choices over instinct selections driven by society, the choices that satisfy the external beholders even when compromising my inner peace.

My conscious explained to my instinct why we should not be scrolling up and down social media pages even when I feel like craving for being on my phone all day around, knowing that may lead to the beginning of mental issues. My conscious tells my instinct showing off will not heal your unsolved problems of the past, drawing attention will not minimize your accumulated problems nor your childhood issues, hiding in caves will not take frustration away.

The search of the resolution is the beginning of the freedom, leaving the caves is stepping to find the truth. The Heavenly Peace is the cornerstone of our healing.

Arenas

We live in arenas like gladiators, where we are all enemies to each other, fighting among ourselves, against everyone and in the end no one wins, we all lose. Let me emphasise, no one will leave the arena alive.

We live in a world of ostentation, created by a greedy and competitive system, where your efforts and achievements are never enough. Society excites our desires where the applause of the arena shape our behaviours, change our wants, possess us with that strong desire for competitiveness and the illusion of achieving more than others.
Whoever conquers the most is applauded, that means no matter how many we had to step on, manipulate, exterminate since we successfully conquered, God blessed us, right? Liars.

I remember when I was a child, my upbringing was not based on the standard that the contemporary world offers. We lived in arenas, but we refused aggression and competitiveness as our standard way of living. We had no hatred, no jealousy, no rancor, we had nothing to boast about. We never had anything to brag about.

While having lunch with friends today, talking about our childhood we laughed out loud. I remembered those times when we were human, kind people not aggressive, not frustrated or disappointed with unfulfilled goals. We were no better than anyone, we never felt like this, we just wanted to live, faces full of joy and divine glory illuminated our paths, pure and clean hearts were conceived for us, we lived out loud.

We used to get together, we prayed and then we dispersed ourselves, we went to outskirts of the city or in the luxury condominiums or in the slums, or stood in front of mansions. We hugged the lonely people, we supported the helpless, we relieved the frustrated, we shared bread with the needy, we appeased the aggressor, we tolerated the intolerant, we loved the , we loved the people living in arenas rather if they were spectators financing the fights, or the fighters being used, we love the so-called brave man. We knew that they are all humans, despite the mind prison that they lived in, they were people, flesh and blood with feelings and fears. Their souls were desiring to be free, but they could not. Their minds, their traditions and their flesh desires could not allow them to be free. They were imprisoned in arenas, oh oppressed people. We understood them, understand their pain, we were like remedy for their wounds, we helped them because oppression frustrates. Rather was oppression in their soul, or in their thoughts, or in In their desires, our in their feelings, were they could not express themselves, it's like feeling incapable of solutions giving like being hungry or miserable, oppression takes us to insanity.

We used to get together, we prayed and then we dispersed ourselves in groups, we went to the outskirts of the city or in luxury condominiums or in the slums, or we went in front of the mansions. We embraced the lonely, supported the helpless, relieved the frustrated, shared bread with the needy, appeased the aggressor, tolerated the intolerant, loved the world, loved the people who lived in arenas, whether spectators, those who financed the fights, or the fighters those that are used, we loved so-called brave man. We knew that they are all humans, despite their mental prisons in which they lived, they were flesh and blood people with feelings and fears. And their souls that wanted to be free but could not, their minds, their traditions and their carnal desires could not allow them to be free. They were imprisoned in arenas, oh oppressed people. We understood you, we understood their pain, we were like remedy for their wounds, we helped them because oppression frustrates, rather the oppression in your soul, or in your thoughts, or in your desires, rather the oppression in your feelings, when you cannot express yourself, it's like feeling incapable to give solutions, it's like being hungry or miserable, the oppression leads us to insanity.

But with all that, we were happy, with great peace of spirit, we loved the world, all we had to give is Love, and our love was like the immensity, overflowing from the heart of God, we shared with the oppressed, I saw much beautiful humans than the competitive and aggressive ones. Something sweet comes out of their hearts healing the world.

The countdown starts at birth

My mind is like a Time Machine, travels to the past, in ancient ages, and travels to future, the end of all, where it is consummated. Your present moment is a gift, tomorrow is an illusion. I hear hollow voices, tomorrow will be okey, our future will be great, the same talks your ancestors had until the day their time was done, I guess in the grave they don’t talk of future.

Calculating your life expectancy, would be 73 years world average. converting in scale of days would be 26.000 days in which subtracting today. Don’t even think there are many days left. The hard times will come upon world citizens like in 1346, when none will have place to hide, those days time will fly faster than missile or sunlight speed.

I have been here on the earth more than 11.000 days, my mind fails to recall a single day I didn’t joy breathing, I don’t remember when I didn’t enjoy eating, my mind knows no day I missed smiling, my pleasure is rejoicing the gifted time of today, as my days are being subtracted, my pleasure and satisfaction is being duplicated.

I look around and see then I ignore the world, what the world is doing feels like distracting and stealing of my joy.

During old times, In the middle of civil war, we stood with our heads high. In the war times we rejoiced, while they were killing each other, wasn’t denied wine to our cups. laughing loudly, New wine, we praised our God, the Lord of all, for adding days to our lifetime. Happiness and joy never rejected us, we embraced them until 26.000 days are done, we will sing new song of joy and love.

I want to live

I see a multitude of people in the form of humanity desperate to win by becoming successful in life. Humanity, your masters are fake, your values are based in social media contents, you are coerced into the slavery of consumerism, the spirit of consumerism has embraced you, now you are trapped in a bondage of eternal consumerism. Humanity, society has adulterated your values since your very youth, now your thoughts are that your value lies in your purchasing power, in your fancy world, in your knowledge, in your strength, in your body, in your weapons, in your military force, no your value resides not there. Hear me, before pain and death teach you that your value resides not there.

Humanity your masters have given you false values where you feel obliged to be a murderer or to kill yourself so they can live. Humanity, killing and fighting among us there is no glory in it, you should know that we are all foreign, travellers in time and space from life to death. While fighting we just wasting time and the time is passing But we need to life stopping surviving.

I want to life in peace with oneself, ruled by my own conscious given by the Creator. I want to life, not driven by desires presented by society and massive marketing faking my needs. I want to life, not winning because I won a long time ago, when I was designed to live I won the life.

Your value does not reside in what they said or did not say, it does not reside in your citizenship, does not reside in your street, does not reside in your neighbourhood, does not reside in your city, does not reside in your flag at all. It resides in your heart, your value is the size of the universe, your compassion, your unconditional love, your infinite patience is bigger than universe, your joy of living therein resides your value.

We want to live leaving the world behind with its vanity, its pride, its falsehood and its malice . You want to live loving and being loved, you want to be innocent like that child, so let's bring it out of you, put on your smile, open your heart and keep moving rapidly heavenly joy will fill your heart turning you humble just like that child and in your heart you will feel it, your heart will become bigger and more beautiful than entire corrupted world.

Praise vs Contempt

Praise doesn't aggrandise me even as contempt doesn't diminish me.
When someone compliments me with words that don't come out of their hearts, you can feel the insincerity in the words, you can see the falsity in it.

When using services involving purchasing power, I have noticed how the generosity and sympathy of the employee automatically raise after checking the customer's financial records, it's a purchased sympathy as if the bank bought the employees' sympathy so that they present to the customers, more records you have more compliments you get.

Or those flatteries, sycophantic compliments in return for something.
There are many sincere compliments, but even true compliments don't make me greater than anyone else, cause all are from the dust, and to dust all return.

When someone despising me, I don't feel bad cause I know very well what goes on in the mind of the arrogant person. The aggressor is in constant fear, the aggressor is armed prepared for the next aggression, the aggressor is wicked, the aggressor is depressed, the aggressor is lonely, in loneliness fears consume him, the aggressor lives in darkness until the day becomes meek.

I am not saddened by the speech of a stressed person or wicked one, I know the aggressor needs freedom from the oppressing feelings giving relief to the soul, may the love set aggressor free.

One of these days I was spreading the living word, one came to me calling me names, cursing and threatening me, I was smiling keeping my cool, I knew about his traumas, more was swearing the more cool I was and he saw that nothing concerning me changes, so the aggressor decided changing to physical violence because the verbal violence didn't affect me at all, that's when I told him don't even try, it will not set you free from your anguish, your emptiness and your suffering even will make you worse, then I moved on.

Praise doesn't aggrandise me even as the aggressor's contempt doesn't diminish me, the people praises never entered my heart, what entered my heart is a child smiling, is the compassion of a love, is a mother's fraternal hug, is the presence of sisterhood, is the celebration of a friend , is the divine warmth that never leaves me.

Love is Loving

In the wandering of life out there, walking around the world, I see thousands of people seeking the revelation of Love but the question remainds, what is love?
In my childhood I learned Love in three forms of representation but generalizing and summarizing GOD is Love, love is loving.

I could draw the art of Love in a thousand ways, explain how the most expensive art in the world is represented and emphasizing what it is not Love.

God is love, and loving is not what it describes in novels, rather represented by actions. Love is the opposite of our wars, bloodshed does not represent Love, bloodshed is animal and evil.
Love rebukes the futile way of living, rejects the ways of our society, the greed to get more and more, which leads to extreme stress, depression and lack of life.

We live in a society that is not a human society, the human being is not at the center, what is at the center of the society is nothing more than great pride, competitions, vanity, materiality. For stones that we call precious we trade a human being, for underground gases and liquids, we decimate nations and our values are in purchasing power.

There is no Love, yet people pretend that they master the knowledge of Almighty GOD, conflicting to explain God by questioning who is right and who is not, when all of us are wrong. But Love lives in the humble, in the pure of heart, in those who understand the needs of others, in those full of compassion and mercy.

The meek and their ability to appease, quick to listen and slow to anger, will remain at peace forever. The peace you shell not find in the world because the world cannot produce it and the world does not have it, you can find it in the Love that the meek have, make no mistake, God lives where is the Love. God is the fullness of Love. God helps us to become more human and then divine. Love can transform your animal nature into divine nature.

Ancestral language

Smooth drink

Hiding from the truth

Arenas

Heavenly Peace

The countdown starts at birth

I want to live

Praise vs Contempt

Love is Loving

Put all the fear to sleep

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