Tuesday, 30 June 2015

The Night Visitor




At some point during my stay in Venice Beach, a man and a woman were sharing the three-bedroom bungalow with me. They were both European and each of us had his own room. We were all pretty much the same age and we got along fine. 



After about a week living together, I went to the bathroom one night then came back to my room and shut the door. By the time I was in bed, I found the door open. I thought I didn’t close it properly, so I got half-up, reaching my hand and closed it, and went back to bed. It was almost pitch black. 



A moment later, the door opens again and someone stood there for a moment before spreading their arm to the nearby switch. I assumed they were trying to turn the light on. The switch in my room, however, is not the light, but it’s the fan. 



I could already see a fine, sexy female silhouette, which startled me. The girl living with us doesn’t have such curves, or so I thought. What the heck happened, I wondered while remaining under the cover, holding it in my hands like a terrified child. 



Before I keep going in my mind, the light in the bathroom was turned on and the door was closed. 


Alright, back to my self-talk. 



So…what just happened? 



I don’t know. But that was a really hot body. 



Well, forget about her body now. 



How can I forget and I feel betrayed by my own senses? It’s been more than a week after all and we’re sharing a house, dude. The girl was actually interested in you but she was not your type — character or physical wise. So how do you find her silhouette so appealing now? Are you that horny?



OK, let’s try to forget the body for a moment, please. Why did she come into your room at this time of the night and caused this commotion? Is that a sign she wants me/you? Should we head now and open her room door then stand there in our boxers with a Draw-Me-Like-One-of-Your-French-Girls pose and see what happens?



Is that your dirty mind or your wild imagination?  



You mean ‘ours’.



Oh I’m sorry, brainiac. 






Man, it was a full 15 minutes of deep thinking in the middle of the night before I took all these unanswered questions to bed. I seriously had zero idea about what could have happened. 



The next morning as I’m making coffee, I met my male mate in the kitchen and he had a female guest — a good-looking 20-something girl. I said hello to both, then almost unconsciously spitted it out.



“Did anyone come into my room last night?”



“Yes, it was me. I’m really sorry, I couldn’t find the light and I wanted to go to the bathroom but got lost,” she smilingly said. 



“It’s all good. The thing is, I was really confused because I thought it’s her — lowering my voice and pointing to the European woman’s room. And you’re not her — pointing at her curvy physique.



You even turned the fan on and I was quite hot, especially after you came in.



Ha-ha.”





Stories like these put the fun in living on the road and sharing homes with others, hence the Chronicling The Journey series on here, covering the 10-year trip to North America.

The Night I Became a Stripper in Spain
is another story from earlier times (2000). 

The more steamy [adult] stories with actual action is the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series. 



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Monday, 29 June 2015

OLS Reflections Dix-Huit



OLS Reflections Dix-Huit by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul


  • Oftentimes it is those coming from dysfunctional families who thrive the most in having functional families of their own. For they are driven by the need to get it right this time.

  • I would choose uncertainty with a chance of happiness over certainty with guaranteed unhappiness on any given day.

  • Essentially, what a woman often needs is someone who can listen to what she isn’t saying.

  • The primary purpose of eating healthy, exercising, and living the conscious life in general is feeling good rather than just looking good.

  • If you don’t believe tomorrow will be a better day, most likely you will never build the motivation needed to make it a better day.

  • There is a peculiar sense of serenity and humility in knowing that you can’t know it all. For the more you understand, the more you realize there is so much more to understand.

  • You can measure the stupidity level of a certain population by how fast a rumour spreads through its people.

  • The day you stop fearing death is the day you start living Life.

  • A healthy dose of doubt, uncertainty, and scepticism is an essential preliminary of amelioration.

  • Encourage all artists; for it’s how we get a glimpse of others’ realities. 


    OLS Reflections Dix-Huit by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul



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OLS Reflections 八

OLS Reflections Ten

OLS Reflections Onze

OLS Reflections 13

OLS Reflections Quince

OLS Reflections Sixteen

OLS Reflections تسعة عشر

OLS Reflections Veinte Uno

OLS Reflections 22

OLS Reflections Dreiundzwanzig

OLS Reflections Twenty-Four

OLS Reflections Vingt-Six

OLS Reflections Ventisette

OLS Reflections Veintinueve
 
OLS Reflections 30

OLS Reflections Ein Unddreißig

OLS Reflections  إثنان وثلاثون

OLS Reflections Thirty-Three

OLS Reflections Trentaquattro

OLS Reflections 37

OLS Reflections Trente-Neuf

OLS Reflections Forty  

OLS Reflections Einundvierzig

OLS Reflections — The Spiritual Edition 

OLS Reflections Cuarenta y Cuatro

OLS Reflections 45

OLS Reflections Quarantasette

OLS Reflections — The Unpublished Edition

OLS Reflections Forty-Nine

OLS Reflections 50 

OLS Reflections Cincuenta y Dos
 
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Friday, 26 June 2015

Rare Historical Photos # 8





A beach party in California, 1930


Border patrol service dogs waiting in line for dinner — Finland, 1940s


A Chinese immigrant family portrait — Oregon, 1890s


Salvador Dalí after finishing the portrait of the stunning Raquel Welch, 1965

A dapperly dressed young man at the London Stock Exchange, 1937
A first class suite on the Titanic
A Muslim Bandit in Xinjiang, China circa 1915
What Hitler might have looked like in disguise according to the US Secret Service, 1944
 A cane flask as prohibition era accessory
A young Pablo Picasso standing in front of Le Bateau Lavoir, a famous Parisian hangout for 20th-century artists
Admiral Byrd’s snow cruiser near Framingham, Massachusetts in 1939. The spectacle caused a record 90 mile stretch traffic jam, with over 70,000 cars delayed.

Elvis Presley standing in his front yard in Memphis, Tennessee 1956


The remains of the astronaut Vladimir Komarov, a man who fell from space 1967
Frank Sinatra shaving, 1965
French weightlifter and 1920 Olympic champion Ernest Cadine posing in 1923
India's Taj Mahal in 1865. The grand palace was first opened in 1648.
Inventor of the bikini, Louis Reard, with a model in 1946. He named the swimsuit after a nuclear weapon test site because he thought it would cause an ‘explosive’ cultural reaction. I think it did.

Marilyn Monroe opens the USA-Israel Football International with a kickoff, 1959


Church Mobile, 1923
A Japanese woman wearing a kimono, 1896

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil in the 1930s


Roller skates were the kool new thing in 1910
Saturday bath time in rural Spencer, Tennessee 1939

Women's archery during the Summer Olympic Games in London, 1908


The shells from an allied bombardment on German lines, 1916.
The earliest known photo of Abraham Lincoln  believed to be taken circa 1846

The welcome parade for Queen Elizabeth's first official visit to Germany in 1965


Santa Monica Pier, 1877!
The world's first wedding car, 1903




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Thursday, 25 June 2015

Things I Got Rid Of To Become Happier



Things I Got Rid Of To Become Happier by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

As some of you already know, during those last few years I went through a self-transformation Renaissance. This meant I had to let go of some habits, which were not serving me or my growth and evolution. Some of them were dragging me backwards, while others were simply not needed. So getting rid of those habits seemed like the conscious thing to do.

Many years prior, I had already let go of more shallow, ego-driven things such as losing interest in conflict, competing, comparing, and judging — myself or others. On Not Judging Others and Psychological Projection is a related article. So this, one could say, is a second wave of detachment.

There are also the more thorough introspective, philosophical pieces, Who Are We? as well as My Journey Towards Self-Transcendence.
 


1- Drugs


It wouldn’t be right if drugs are not mentioned in this list-article. After self-medicating for years using all sorts of chemicals and plants, I finally realised that I do not need drugs to be happy or cool or whatever.

Drugs, however, could be occasional tools for altering our states of consciousness and for expanding our perspective. But when it becomes a need, like the case with addictive drugs, this is when one should rethink their life’s priorities. Opiated Then Hatin’ It is a recent piece about the matter. Addiction Talk: My Correspondence With a 31-Year-Old Reader Before He Passed Away is another.

So, the number one thing I got rid of is the need to take drugs.



2- Saying the Word ‘Hate’

I am not exactly sure what had fuelled this new habit. I just simply realised that ‘hate’ is quite a heavy negative word and that it is usually overused.

Ever since childhood, “I hate people who do this”. “I hate that vegetable.” “I hate this, I hate that.” We hear and use the word so often that it sort of loses its original meaning. But when you think about it, it’s a whiny thing to say; it’s a childish emotion, which essentially stems from a mix of fear and ignorance. Why let something outside of you take control and get you to the point of hating? There is no reason to be disempowered in such a way.

What I might ‘hate’ are child-molesters, animal-abusers, women-beaters, rapists and the likes. Though I do not go around stating it. Because, when you realise that in this dual universe darkness will always exist, you are freed from the need to hate it. You may not agree with it, but you accept its existence, making you less prone to reaching that ‘hate’ emotion.

The only way to deal with evil in this world is to accept it. That’s the only way to set yourself free from the darkness. Because, again, darkness will never vanish; for that’s how the cosmos is balanced.

We do not fight the darkness, we light a candle.

You see, words as man-made symbols have distinct frequencies, which have the ability to alter our consciousness and create our reality. Just like magic, hence “to spell”. ‘Hate’ happens to be a strong low-frequency word — describing a passionately intense emotion — and I’m doing great by kicking it out of my vocabulary and therefore also reality. 



3- Watching T.V. and Following the News


This one is a major game-changer. You actually have time, clarity, and energy to do more constructive things. I don’t read or listen or watch the news now. What I do, however, is create my own headlines — my own reality. You know it’s called Mass Media and T.V Programming for a reason.

Checking my Facebook feeds to find who got killed where and what went wrong how eventually gets too much if one wants to live a conscious life. I had stopped watching T.V six years ago and that was one of the best decisions I have taken in my life. Unfortunately, social media is now starting to play the same role... propagating fear and negativity. Check Are You Addicted To The News? to know the reason behind this fact.

Well, thanks but no thanks. I don
’t deny such things exist in this dual world, but, I willingly choose to live away from the low vibrations of World Affairs.



4- Cooking Every Day


When moving to Canada I was regaining my health after many years of poor diet and a toxic lifestyle. So I did care a lot about food since I had missed it — the taste, the smell, the variety, the colours, the natural feeling of hunger. Cooking became a new discovery regarding nutrition; yet I also I fell in love with the creative part of it. 

However, after yet again relocating to the U.S later, I realised that I don’t need full meals every single day. Now a salad is a meal, an avocado is a meal, yoghurt with nuts and honey is also one. Naturally, I lost two waist sizes in a few months and felt better than ever. More about how it occurred is covered in the article with the mainstream title How I Dropped Two Waist Sizes in a Few Months.



5- Trying to “Wake People Up”


Ah! When we open our eyes and see beyond all the illusions we’re surrounded by, we usually feel compelled, out of care, to open the eyes of others. But in reality, that’s not how it works. Everyone wakes at their own pace and that’s how it should be. Forcing it will never work. In fact, it can reverse the process and make people reject all notions of ‘awakening’.

Now, I don’t attempt to convince anyone with anything; neither do I attempt to change their minds. And what peace of mind have I gained.

The following quotes helped me overcome that compulsion to assume what’s best for others — despite remaining a challenge is some cases.


Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
― Rumi

If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself. If you want to eliminate the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself. Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your own self-transformation.
― Lao Tzu

Your work is not to drag the world kicking and screaming into a new awareness. Your job is to simply do your work -- Sacredly, Secretly, and Silently -- and those with
eyes to see and ears to hear, will respond.
― The Arcturians




6- Killing Insects


Teach your children that whenever a mosquito bites them or a fly lands on their food, they are only trying to feed and survive. This is the natural order of things in Life. There is nothing personal about it and there is no reason to freak out or to curse the insects.

This may seem a tad odd to some. But yeah, you read that right: No killing insects that I find at home, or anywhere else of course. When I have to, I catch and release them instead.

Living in a bungalow by the beach means the occasional visit from our cousins, the insects. I have written before on how a fly stuck in a room will always cooperate with us if we want to kick it out than if you want to kill it. Because it wants to live, it’s mere instinct. The same goes for other types of insects.

With that in mind, in those past several months I have given new lives to several moths, butterflies, spiders, ants, three mosquitoes, a bee among a few other species I never even knew existed. It sincerely is the last thing on my mind now is to reach for a repellent or a shoe
whenever I bump into an insect. Because all sentient beings deserve to live in freedom.

You can check my earlier pieces about ants Here, Here, and There. Others are about Reviving a Drowning Bee and Befriending a Flying Insect



7- Worrying and Overthinking


They do not work. They create problems that were never there and drain our energy. Truly, they are like the measles. Yet, most people either live in the past or in the future. Those who dwell on the past are depressed; those who overthink the future are anxious. Only a few are able to enjoy their Here and Now; only them find peace of mind.

That said, dropping the worrying and overthinking was a preliminary step towards my peace and happiness. It is of significance to note that this healthy not-giving-a-fuck attitude is not solely about being care-free, but rather it’s about prioritising the things one cares about.



8- Driving


Uhu. After 17 years of daily driving and traffic and parking, I dropped the car. In Toronto, I was using subways and street cars; here in Venice I use the bike and Uber; and whenever I visit Egypt, it’s walking, cabs, and Uber as well. So not only do I save money on gas and parking, and avoid all that headache, but I now run on fat instead of money, which keeps one healthy and free. 

Whenever wanting to go somewhere far, Uber is always there. If I need more, renting a car now costs $15 per day, true story.  



9- Controlling the Non-variables



In the Tao Te Ching, the renowned ancient Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu spoke of Wu Wei, which literally translates into “non-doing” or “non-action”. Wu Wei is a substantial concept in Taoism/Daoism describing a seemingly paradoxical state of spontaneity called “effortless action”; how one learns to not try. Because that is when what you seek and what seeks you find each other. It is when the fun begins. The principle is equally essential to Confucianism. 

Wu Wei doesn’t necessarily mean to do nothing, but rather the doing becomes non-reactive. The action stems from responding instead of reacting. Just like nature without forcing it, everything is eventually accomplished.



By not dominating, the Master leads.

You see, we can only control the variables in our lives, but that’s it. How the universe unfolds with its causes and effects is que sera sera. As mentioned in point 7, obsessing about that which is gone or that which we know nothing of cannot take us too far.

Now, I taught myself how to be flexible and allow things unfold rather than resist or interfere with them. I do so by flowing with life while trusting my inner intents. This means accepting that uncertainty and the unknown are fundamental parts of life... and death. Existence become much simpler then.

The Significance of Letting Go is another earlier piece about the matter. Letting Go of Getting Offended and Taking Things Personally is one more. And lastly, and since we’ve mentioned it, Why We Should Not Fear Death is an additional article.


10-



You probably expected a tenth point since that’s how list-articles usually look like in mainstream media, or almost everywhere else for that matter. Well, I’m rad like that and I choose to leave it empty.

Seriously, number 10 was left empty for you to add your own. Everyone of us has something(s) they know down deep inside they need to let go of. A memory, a habit, a relationship, whatever it is, there is no healing without letting go.

The thing is, it is only you who can let go. It is not someone else or outside factors; it is you who can set yourself free. For essentially, you are your own saviour as you are your own victim; the rest are mere excuses. Simply, because only you have that power. And you’re one decision away from changing any path that you’re on.


Despite all what was said, reckon that there is more to life than happiness. For it comes and goes and remains temporary. Happiness is a state of mind, hence trying to chase or seek it outside of oneself as a goal or destination rarely if ever works. Conversely, truth, peace of mind, gratitude, empathy, and perhaps above all, love may then lead to happiness rather than the other way round.


Let go or be dragged.
— Zen Proverb


EDIT 2024:


If this article was written today, I would have changed the title to Things I Got Rid Of To Become More At Peace. Because throughout these past years I came to learn even more that there is more to life than mere joy. Happiness is not a goal to hope for or a destination to reach. If we’re looking for happiness outside of us, likely we’ll never find it. Happiness is a state of consciousness; a byproduct of our inner being that includes elements like health and gratitude. So one cannot aim to be constantly happy. What a shallow bore would that be. Just like a heartbeat, in life we need the ups as much as we need the downs... and everywhere in between.



Things I Got Rid Of To Become Happier by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul
When we smile to life, it smiles back. Sometimes not right back,
but eventually it does.



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Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later



Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.


The story began when my buddy was in his early 20s and working for a five-star hotel — just as myself. He met a beautiful Lebanese woman who was about six years older than him, which made the whole experience worth its while.

After briefly talking a few times, he sent her some fruit amenities along with his business card to the room. Then after a few days, he was once doing the night shift when the lady left him a flower on his desk. He inquired about the flower and was told that it was from the guest of room X. He called the guest to say thank you, for her to ask him if he wanted to come get the full bouquet.

My buddy got it. He told her he would be glad to, then went to his car to pimp himself a little with some breath-freshener and cologne. Being the one in charge, he told the chief receptionist that he'll be ‘around’ and reachable on his mobile phone. This was by 2 a.m.


Once up, the lady opened the room door wearing a sexy négligée, showing her voluptuous body. She sat on the bed while he sat on the opposing chair as they chatted for a short while. Five minutes later, they were all over each other on the bed.

Of course they had to make sure that his suit and shirt are kept in a decent shape. So he neatly took them off first before joining the action. 

It felt so good and warm and naughty that the guy couldn't hold it for too long. He told her that, to which she replied:
If it's that good and you can't hold it then you shouldn't.

Ah, older women and some bed wisdom.

The act itself didn't last more than five or six minutes — a quickie, one would call it. But what a quickie that was. 

Another five minutes of talking then the young man wore his clothes, gave her a kiss, and went back to work...ecstatic.

The woman left the next day and that was that. The story remained one of his most thrilling  experiences.


Two years later, he got a call from her saying she was in town. However, they were not able to meet.

Two more years with the beginning of Facebook, my buddy decided to look for her. He was able to locate her and they became virtual friends.

Seven years have passed before one day she sent him a message saying that she'll soon be visiting the city he is in. He had already moved some long time ago and living elsewhere.

Of course he had no idea what to expect from that visit. After all, it's been 13 years. Looking back at that first night, he sure was a kid; and a whole lot has happened since then. But as usual, he thought to go along with the adventure-to-be.


As agreed, the woman, now in her mid 40s, came to visit. Despite a few extra pounds but she was still a hot MILTTT as he remembered her. The blonde hair, the pouty, sensuous lips and the stunning set of DD-cups were extra reminders. 

They spent two days together, slowly reliving that first, quick night. Everything went smooth with no awkwardness. They spoke a lot and shared what had happened to both of them through the long years. So much did, on both ends.

As for the leg over, the guy sincerely wanted to make it up and pay her back for that wonderful and memorable first encounter. So now that he's older and wiser and can last longer, that was precisely what he did.


They finally bid farewell, hoping to meet again before another 13 years.


Until the next adventure of my incognito friend. 



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Sunday, 14 June 2015

Who Are We?




Who are you, really? Have you ever thought about that? What makes us ‘us’? Is it the mere body, the nationality, religion, family name, number on the birth certificate — the things we’re born into? Or, this self-identification is something deeper at the core, which perhaps needs to be discovered along the way through our journey? 



Said inquiry had been in mind since my late teenage years. But because I was distracted by life and what it has to offer, I didn’t give it much attention and stored it in the subconscious part of my young mind. Years later, when I was able to shut the distractions, my mind was clear enough to ponder such existential topic.



The major reason I got the chance, and clarity, to become a dedicated psychonaut is leaving my comfort zone of familiarity and moving to the unknowns of a new country. At the age of 33, I left Egypt — were I was born and raised — to Canada. After three years there, I left again to the unknowns of the U.S. 



Venturing out of the bubble I was born into has taught me many lessons. 



One, is seeing through the veil of illusion; realising that we are all One, only separated by flags, books, beliefs, fears and egos. Not that I was some kind of bigot before, for I was lucky to have travelled around since I was a child. But living abroad is a totally different experience than travelling — even if you travel a few times a year. Having a new ‘home’ outside of your usual ‘home’ is what energises the equation. 



A second lesson is that everywhere has its beauty. All places are charming in their own unique way. It’s how we look at things what essentially matters. 



An additional realisation is that nothing too creative will come out of our comfort zone; for comfort is the enemy of achievement.

But possibly, the most beneficial inner truth I have come to own from living abroad, which relates to all other lessons, is getting to know who I truly am — my essence.


See, when we are born into this life, we usually keep doing what the elders have taught us. We mimic what their own elders have taught them. We become replicas of the parent generation, which is more or less a replica of their own parents’ generation. Some way or another, we take on parts of their identities and we persist into them until they become ours — forgetting our own individuality in the process. 

The remarkable thing in this dynamic is that it tends to be quite subtle, as it happens subconsciously. You don’t actually sit down to think why you have become so much like your father or mother. It just happens gradually over the years without you, or them, realising it. You wake up one day finding yourself already there. This is the scary part.

The relief is, this person you were told to be by society or the outside world in general is not who you are at the core. It is not your natural character, neither is it your final destination. But one thing is certain, he or she does not serve the evolution of your soul... or of our species. 

For we are not here on Earth to keep doing the same things in the same ways. We are here to innovate, not to imitate. We are here to add novelty by creating that which didn’t exist before. This is how we benefit humanity. This is the key to true immortality — creating something that transcends us that will live on after we depart from this physical existence.

In fact, without deviating from the norm, even rebelling at times, there wouldn’t be any advancement. Throughout all of history, no one genuinely found themselves by following and adhering. They did so by embracing their individuality, thereby challenging the dominant way of thinking; by standing out against the established current of the status-quo, not by fitting in.



To fundamentally know who we are, going against the mainstream paradigm while embracing solitude seems to be the way to go. Like travel, meditation among other esoteric practices also introduce us to our true, higher selves. So can psychedelics — why the experience is called a trip.


That said, the secret to self-transformation from who were told to be to who we genuinely are, or to any change for that matter, is not to confront or to fight the old paradigm. The key is to create a new paradigm which will make the old one obsolete.

Regarding one’s own mission in life, there is no fight, or race, or need to hurry as it’s commonly believed; only dedication, perseverance, and a healthy dose of creative rebellion. We are not required to disprove others’ realities and shatter their paradigms to create our own. 

The transformation, however, may be hindered if we are living within that old paradigm and surrounded by it. The reason being is because it is hard for those who adhere to the old paradigm to let go. Whether they are social customs, religious superstitions or family traditions, the average population is attached to old patterns like peas in a pod. In actual fact, they themselves are the batteries that feed the old patterns; without them, the whole paradigm would crumble.

Though when we carefully think about the average population, we realise that it is all they know. It is indeed scary to let go of such things which have been ingrained into us since childhood. To deprogram from the generations-old culture of embroilment into the matrix and desert the herd-mentality is a true challenge not many are ready to take. Oftentimes, they actually regard it as blasphemy or heresy to break away from the norm... their norm. That is because the unknown remains seemingly scary and uncomfortable for them. 

So as a defence mechanism, and as a chance to hold on, the average will always tend to resist the few who dare to desert the herd and break away from the norm. 

We, on the other hand, cannot have a creative mindset to create — reality, or art, or anything — and fight back at the same time. Scattering our energy in such a way is a waste. As mentioned earlier, there is no fight as there is no race. Staying away from the old patterns then appears to be the only wise thing to do if one is looking for newer patterns which accompany novelty and change.  

It is always vital to remember that we are not responsible for the conditioning we were exposed to during our childhood. But as adults we are fully responsible for fixing it. In truth, the day we learn how to think for ourselves and stop blaming anyone or anything for what happens in our lives is the day we’ll become forever free.


Once we venture and travel to different places, we leave the old and comfortable behind. We are exposed to newer paradigms — a significantly healthy thing. It gives us the chance to explore the unknown, experience its novelty, learn, grow, and evolve. It adds us with a novel perspective and enables us to create a newer, more suitable paradigm for oneself.

This is how our journey through life is enriched. This is how we fundamentally better from ourselves and evolve. This is how we create the reality we wish and not be stuck in someone else’s idea of reality.




As mentioned earlier, one of the reasons why living abroad makes us think about who we truly are is being away from the distractions. Naturally, when you live abroad your social circle is significantly smaller than where you were born and raised. Thus, the solitude and the feeling of being outside of the herd makes one contemplate such a deeply existential notion as our true identity.  



Whatever the answers that one may, or may not reach, the very idea of thinking about who you are adds you with a different perspective. It catalyses personal growth. Simply because when you see yourself in different scenes, scenarios, and situations you will come to realise that you’re doing fine; that there is nothing to fear; that the uncertainly which comes with the unknown could actually be fun.

If one is fortunate, at some point they will reach this aha-moment: I can make it here, like I have made it there... perhaps even better. They will then come to believe in themselves. And this is when everything changes for the better: That moment you realise that you can be successful away from the labels, away from the comfort of the tribe. This is one major enlightening realisation, which has an immense effect on our self-esteem and self-confidence

Another reason why personal-growth is catalysed by travelling is that we meet lots of very different people. We end by having fun stories to tell and weird moments to reminisce about. We consequently have newer memories and a richer life than, say, those who vegetate in one place all their lives as Mark Twain once put it. For the more we see, the more we know. 






Then when you genuinely know yourself, possibly after living outside of your comfort zone for a while, you eventually come to the conclusion that you can indeed make it alone. You realise that don’t need your nationality, religion, family name, or your birth certificate to feel safe, happy, or fulfilled. You get the see that before being unwillingly tagged when we are born, in essence we are human beings naked of all labels.

Whenever meeting a stranger, I never like, dislike, classify or judge them according to these labels — or any labels. That is because they are useless. In actuality, this illusion of separateness goes against the human condition. It is not about forgetting your roots, which should never be the case. But rather, it is about blooming into a full flower by reinventing yourself while remembering who you were.



I know I am me, now more than ever. I know I am not a label or a number or other things I did not willingly choose. Therefore it is nothing one should be proud of. It is not an achievement, nor is it an accomplishment. Your country is not “The greatest country in the world” and your religion is not “THE chosen one” because you were born in it. We have to realise that this is nothing but an infantile delusion.

Seeing the sperm which caused you as better than other sperms which caused other people because of a geographical haphazard happening means you choose to use your small, egoic mind to view the world. Unlike the big-picture view of the Higher Self, this way you are separating your self from all the rest of humanity by believing you are better than them, which, again, is a mere delusion. 


Before knowing who you authentically are at the core you get to know who you aren’t.
For knowing what you don’t want is a significant step towards what you do want.



As how I personally see myself, the closest would be is a soul having a human experience for some decades. I don’t feel any need to separate it from others. No matter how vile, ugly, or different they are. I remain you and what I see is me, no matter who you are.



If I have to self-identify a tad more, then I’m a cosmic traveller who happens to be a citizen of the Earth for a short while. I may also be an Eclectic Sapiosexual Philomath Lexophile Hedonist Psychonaut BoBo. Yet, these appellations are nothing but an attempt to have fun with language. They do not make me superior or inferior than anyone else. Because down deep inside, at the very core, we are all One — unlabelled. 



This is who I truly am. This is all I need to know for now.






The more you know yourself, 
the more following others’ experiences will seem futile. 
Through direct experience, self knowledge then becomes the journey 
during which our inner truth is found and owned. 
This Rabbit Hole is a bottomless pit, 
an everlasting endeavour guiding the soul 
as it keeps spiralling closer and deeper towards its inner core. Get into yourself and you will discover wonders.
 
Now who are you?


Check out My Journey Towards Self-Transcendence for a more detailed account of how it all transpired. Also A Dialectic With Myself: Practical Yin Yang Approach to Coincidentia Oppositorum.



 
 
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