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My love, the shadow that touches the flame…

Sometimes I hear you speak to me. Words echoing somewhere, just out of reach. Glimpses of light, fractured memories spin by like a carousel. I get that awkward feeling in the pit of my stomach, as if love sick. That longing, that sense of elevation…like flying and at the same time a melancholic sadness, like the unfulfilled lover. Waiting. Hoping. Praying that one day our roads will meet again.

I remember you as someone who used to fill me with fire. All my artistic dreams came to light. I would wander the streets, pen and poetry book in hand. Page after page would be filled with caffeine covered notes of beauty, mingled with my own inner pain. Everything was a little bit shattered. It was that pain I could never shake, the pain that made me fear my own pursuit. I had the fire. I had the desire. I just lacked the clarity, the knowledge, but I tried. I really went for it. That’s when I realized that beneath the fire was that pain, that insecurity and everything I did was tainted by it. The fire kind of got subdued. I censored myself. Artistic expression became about perfection, about following rules and guidelines. Sure enough some of those guidelines gave me so much – I created things I came to love, things I was truly proud of. I gained the knowledge. Yet I had let go of that sense of complete abandon. Of fully giving of myself. Like when I used to wander those streets.

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Sometimes a street light, or the sight of a perfectly yellow lemon will take me right back. I’m once more where I belong, walking those streets, poetry book in hand. Everything I see is filled with beauty – I search for beauty in everything; in smells, tastes, sounds…and life is blissful. I’m immersed in the art of life and my creative juices are overflowing. Everything I see adds another piece to the puzzle. Everything I hear brings me one step closer to completing a script, a poem, an artwork… Around me answers are swirling in the air like leaves in autumn. Everything is there to help me create my art, like a giant jigsaw puzzle I’m gathering one piece after another. One step closer to fulfilling the dream of completing another project.

I’m allowing myself to create again. Stains of red wine next to my laptop. Delirious words flying by. This blog is no longer just about sexy confessions, sexy life lessons with a twinkle in their eye…ever so often I take a break from those and I play. Words enchant me and I let them. The garlic bread and the wine…I’m suddenly eleven years younger and I’m walking the streets of Paris with a dream in my hand.

I still dream. The dancers at the Moulin Rouge are still as colorful as they were when I left Sweden all those years ago. When I dreamt of a bohemian revolution, of beauty, truth, freedom and love…when I took my backpack and left and ended up in Paris. The sunrise by the Seine, the artist studios in Montmartre…every part of the city touched me with her beauty, every part made me ache and wonder.

I can feel you again, your streets so filled with beauty. The streetlights that would fill the night with magic. How you inspired me! How every step I took felt like I was lost in an artwork, or in my own dream. And then as I kept pursuing my dreams everyone congratulated me on one school after another, one city after another. London, Los Angeles, Cape Town…but somewhere along I died. I started believing I’d never come to accomplish anything. That I would be stuck doing something other than what I trained in. The irony in following your dream to become an artist.

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A light flickers in the night. A wind caresses my ear. I can hear you speak to me. Soft words. A soft welcome back. Back to the core. To who I always was. Without the pain. Without the destruction.

I remember sitting in our first flat…I was writing on my laptop. The laptop suddenly died, although the battery was full. The lights were flickering. My flatmate was talking about writing erotica as a means of survival as a writer and I laughed. I was so filled with youthful enthusiasm. I told her our flat would be put on the map. A tourist destination. We would become famous. I believed in my dreams, but fame was a false dream, my heart was the true dream. I loved the artistic life. The feeling of living the dream, but as youthful fools do they pursue before they are ready, they start feeling ashamed for having listened to the ego as much as the heart and then they lose the fire as challenges extinguish the flames…just like my laptop died. Just as the lights flickered. A ghost? A story foretold?

I’m sitting by my laptop writing at night. The can can girls still dance. The creperies are all still there. Paris’ streets look the same. With my eyes I seek out the angles for the camera. My heart dreams the same dreams. Nothing’s changed, but everything is different. And from the wilderness in Africa you can hear a different roar…

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A beautiful life – loss, pain, guilt, hurt and…love…

I had this dream on the night of the 25th and I wrote it down as maybe it will touch your heart, as it touched mine.

I had a dream last night. I dreamt about mom. In the past twenty years that might have happened a total of five times that I can recollect.

When I came home last night and looked myself in the mirror I thought of how different me and my sister look. My sister is very pretty, but also a split mirror image of mom. The thought that crept into my mind is that my sister looks so much like mom, yet she’s more beautiful to my mind. She’s stunning, whereas in photos mom doesn’t look stunning. And this baffles me

After brushing my teeth and jumping in bed I fell asleep, but woke up this morning with a start. I dreamt I was at grandma’s (mom’s side), as I normally would on the 25th of December, my old relatives once again alive. My former step-mom was there and she fluctuated between nice and nasty, as was her habit. And in the middle of it all it was clear that mom was coming home. She had left, in my dream, fifteen years ago and was now coming back. I was angry with her. I was furious. I didn’t want her back. And in my dream I could see her face once more, see she was young and beautiful. Then I was taking care of gran who was becoming senile and then I woke up, startled, a wave of memories coming over me.

My first immediate source of pain was the thought of grandma turning senile – I already lost my other gran to senility and that was a painful journey, although it taught me a lot about love. About the love you feel for a person, which propels you to look after them even when they are not reachable, or you are taking them to the bathroom, because they no longer know how to go on their own. That’s how I want to be loved by my future husband. People are scared of getting old and ugly, but there is nothing ugly if there is love because love is in the heart. Not in wrinkles, or the ability to move with grace.

The second thought was that it was odd to dream about my old step-mom and at first I didn’t even want to think about that aspect of the dream. Both my gran and my mom might have stirred up heavy emotions, but I have a connection with them. With her…no. I don’t know how to describe her. She was the kind of person that would win people over when she first met them by being over the top friendly and ingratiating, but when the party was over she’d often be nasty. I hated her guts at the same time as I had some lingering hope that one day she would just love me and start being nice to me and my sister. Treat us like she did her own children, but this never happened – instead she continued to humiliate me in front of friends by treating me like garbage, yet at the same time trying to act as some kind of mother. This woman hugged me, drove me to school, arranged my birthday parties and ever so often even had a good chat with me and still no one I knew ever liked her. Underneath kind actions there was always the impression she was jealous of me and wanted to put me down.

When dad broke it off with her I was still in touch with her for a very short while, after all she had been my so-called family for about ten years, and I gave her a book about love for Christmas, as I hoped it would give her some hints. This misfired as she was overjoyed thinking I knew her so well and she was all about love. During that conversation with her I also learnt that she thought dad never cared about her, she was the loving one who was mistreated. And that’s when I realized just how lost she was and the kind of things she created in order to fulfill her own ideas about life. I had felt sorry for her for a long time, but then I truly got the extent of her inner pain – she had no sense of self-love, self-worth. And all her drama was simply a way of putting others down to make them feel like her, or provoke them to treat her badly.

Thinking about my step-mom has always come with guilt, because as much as I knew I should forgive her and use love to heal, I don’t like her. She ruined ten years of my family’s life. Having this dream I realized it’s OK – I don’t have to like her. All I have to do is love the little girl inside her heart, who somehow became heartbroken and created a life of misery for herself. When I’m detached from her, looking at her life from the outside I feel a lot of sympathy for her. She’s lived through hell and all thanks to her own creation.

Then there was mom. Mom was the big thing for me in that dream.

I was angry with mom when she died, because she never told me she loved me beforehand. She also refused hugging me the last time I saw her, as she was in pain, but she hugged my sister. I grew up looking for notes from mom saying she loved, some sort of proof…but I never found one.

After mom died I felt there was a gaping hole of pain inside of me from the loss, an emptiness that couldn’t be filled. At the same time I couldn’t remember mom being playful. She taught me everything and looked after me, but dad was the person I played with. I couldn’t remember her smiling. So I felt guilty for not feeling I had a true bond with her.

Out of principle I refused having anyone take mom’s place, but I desperately longed for a mother. I wanted mom back but at some point I realized I wanted a mother, more than I wanted my own mother, because I couldn’t remember her anymore. Yet, I felt that if someone ever tried being my mother it wouldn’t work, because I became too independent.

There was so much guilt and fear about not loving my mother, coupled with anger at her never having told me she loved me. At the same time there was the pain of loss and a strong fear of losing someone else I loved. I was longing to be more loved whilst simultaneously shutting out anyone who tried, whether from fear of them taking mom’s place, losing them, or thinking they were faking it as no one surely truly loved me. The emotions were all mixed up and I could never understand them.

The thing with the dream is it showed one side of those emotions – the anger of feeling abandoned, which then leads to feelings of guilt as surely mom couldn’t help going dying, nor being high on morphine and dazed by pain the last time she saw me. In the past I would have tried to sort it all out. What all those emotions meant, so that I could get rid of the guilt and the pain of loss. The truth is all my emotions came from different events and what I made up about them, so they were all real to me at the same time as none of them were ever real because had I known the absolute truth I would probably have felt a lot different. But it’s OK – I will always have the memory of the emotions I had and I don’t have to sort them out. Just like I don’t have to love my step-mom for how she treated me. There’s those emotions, but above and beyond them there’s love. 

We all have instant reactions to events, to people and we probably all have some emotional garbage from the past. It’s OK. You don’t have to sort it all out and solve it like a murder mystery. You can accept it and then just simply choose to live in love in the moment.

I can’t really explain it but that dream just made me come to terms with things. I can see I have had many emotions, thoughts and feelings around the different women in my life and the love I have wanted, lacked, received and feared to lose. I can see all that and acknowledge it, but I’m a woman now. My childhood is a memory. I can look upon it with love for what it taught me. It used to make me cringe badly, because there were messy events I was ashamed of and my own interpretation of reality that I was ashamed of. I was psychologically damaged for years. My self-worth was about as high as your average ant hill as opposed to Mount Everest. Or in other words: I didn’t feel good inside and I was ashamed of my own depression. I’ve let myself and others walk all over me in more ways than one. But it’s gone. Over. I feel love inside of myself now. I feel like in the last few weeks I’ve risen above whom I used to be. I feel like I’ve grown up. But the memory of childhood and what I went through as a consequence of it makes me feel a lot of sympathy towards others. I can understand where the mind can take you. I work with rehabilitating people because I believe it’s possible. I don’t think the shame, or pain of your past should have to dictate your future. 

Life happens and we respond to it before we learn to raise above it and pave out our own chosen path. It’s taken me 30 years to be anywhere close to that and on a bad day I will still feel ashamed of myself, depressed and lonely, but I can accept myself and love myself for that today. I never have before – I would just pretend to be cool about it all and feel terribly ashamed if anyone sense I was feeling down, or insecure (as feeling down, or being insecure was a proof of failure – I hadn’t made myself confident and happy yet). And I’m proud of myself. I’ve come a long, long way. I want to share that in metaphors and stories, to show that even if you were born in a cold, dark place and learnt to see life as grim and harsh, there’s a different reality. You can’t avoid pain in life. It will happen. But it’s not the only thing that will happen. And there are choices you can make that will make your life brighter and more beautiful. 

It’s like this: in London I lived a miserable reality as I was in a place I disliked, doing something I disliked. Now I live in a place I love, doing a lot more of what I love. I will still suffer loss and pain, but there will always be more love to come. You will heal and move on towards more love. That’s what I call a beautiful life.  

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Every day is a chance to start all over and with a little love it’s possible…

 

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Would you like to get naked my dear???

Would you like to get naked? You see, I have developed this new concept of nakedness. All you have to do is strip your clothes off and your life is transformed. Forever. Just ask that guy who saw that girl naked and life was never the same again…suddenly he was having SEX all the time…

I don’t know how many times I’ve read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Many times. There is this idea put forward if you so like, saying that we are scared of going after our dreams because we do not know if they will be all we’ve imagined. So sometimes our dream is right in front of us and we do not touch it. Because we want to keep the dream.

Other times I find the dream is all around us, but we still somehow manage to avoid it, because we do not give of ourselves to it. We don’t pour all our love and hard work into something, because we are scared we will fail. We leave a little bit of room for failure, a little room to say we didn’t do our best anyway, so if it fails, well it wasn’t because we were incapable it was because of time, or money, or whatever else.

There are yet other times when we are living the dream without really living it at all – we really fucking go for it, but our heart is closed, because we are afraid if we open it and we do not get the end result we dream of, then we will break our own heart. We don’t trust. It’s kind of like living in a glass cube where you do everything, but don’t truly feel it. It’s like banging someone without stopping to feel…it’s being aloof to our own senses, scared that if we invest them we may feel pain.

Another version of not trusting is “keeping our options open” – we invest some time and energy, we think we are truly exploring something, but we don’t surrender to the moment, we always keep a little bit of focus somewhere else. And when things don’t work out we think we were really clever for not surrendering… It’s like putting your toes in the water, thinking you swam and then wondering why you didn’t get anywhere, or felt the beauty of the ocean all around you. Yeah, I wonder why?

The ego is a tricky bitch. It will lure us away from what we love in so many different ways and we won’t even notice it unless we open our heart so that we can truly feel what resonates with us. I always compare it to having sex versus making love. How often do we slow down and feel, totally feel another person’s energy and truly explore their taste, smell and touch? I mean there are a great deal of sensations going on during sex, totally overwhelming, just like life unless you slow down and allow yourself to open your heart to it. Feel it. Explore it. Taste it. Lovingly play with it.

To fully explore you have to be fully open and surrender. To do so you have to fully trust. Trust yourself. Trust your own heart.

I find it a challenge to live my heart fully every day without hold backs. To give without analyzing. To surrender to every moment. To be fully present with those I love. To be fully present with strangers, whether I like them, or not. I have chased my dreams all over the world without ever surrendering and actually living the dream. I still have nightmares about trying to find my home in the Hollywood Hills. It’s the only place I have felt at home you see, but as I started having those dreams and wondering whether it is right to be here and blah, blah…I stopped living. Instead of focusing on my life I started thinking about what everyone else is doing and what the right choice is…my heart chose Cape Town. I want to surrender to the city to truly explore it. My heart sings for this place and my work here, yet it’s so easy to get sidetracked by obstacles…as soon as you have a fight with your boyfriend there’s an obstacle. Potential pain. And if you always run to a new guy…when will you ever discover love?

I’m scared. I’m scared of not meeting enough people and making enough friends. I’m scared of spending Christmas and New Year’s by myself. I’m scared of my economical situation, although that’s looking up. I’m scared of running into danger. I’m scared of failing with what I love most – the projects in Cape Town working in the townships and with film. I’m scared of never finding/recognizing/finding but not being loved by my soulmate (due to ego blockages). I’m fucking petrified already. But I like this town. I have a funny feeling I will come to love it.

I don’t have a return ticket. I think somewhere, that’s where my mind needs to be also. To relax into the city. To feel it. To explore it. To make love to it. To surrender and open my heart to it. That’s my dream. To live life like that. Naked. To live that presently with an open heart, receiving and giving love freely. And it would be nice to be with a man who did the same.

That’s my proposal for a naked lifestyle. I think I will need to sell the concept: better results in life than with Tony Robbins…quick, only $0.99 for one blog that will change your life! The bottom line? Get undressed!!!

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Definitively time to get naked…whoop, whoop!

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Masturbation v. 5.0…

The other night I came home and felt like quite the babe – hair just the right kind of messy, dirty blonde look, smoky eyes and a little black dress. I looked great. I felt so appalled by the idea of getting out of my clothes and into my PJs, that I put on a swanky little nightdress, even if there was only myself around to please, so to speak.

I had a dream the other day. I dreamt that one of my friends got plastic surgery and ended up with the face of Jared Leto, whilst I turned into Angelina Jolie. To me, those are two of the most perfect faces I have ever seen in my life. However, I did not like my friend becoming Jared and I did not fancy being Angelina either. There was one moment in the dream when I stared at my friend, just wanting the person I loved back.

Waking up from this dream I was over the moon and some – I was radiant. To me the symbolism in the dream was clear – I love who I am and I love who the people in my life are, as they are. They are beautiful. I love their quirks, their kookiness, their wits and charms and the fact that they don’t all look the same. Each face has its own lines, its own stories printed there.

Whoever you are, you are unique. You have your own personality, your own stories written in the way you shake a hand, touch a cheek, run along a street or structure a deal. You and only you are you. And there is something extremely beautiful about that.

If you are living out what is in your heart, if you are true to yourself, then you will be happy with who you are and your heart will be imprinted in everything you do and in every line of your face, every movement of your body.

Even if I can’t always wear a swanky dress as it doesn’t suit the occasion, I know that in everything I do that my heart is in, is absolutely beautiful. I know that I am beautiful, just like you are. I’m damned pleased with myself. I think I’m gonna masturbate this thought for as long as possible. Maybe even a lifetime. I do intend to make love to my man too though. Make love to those imperfectly perfect lines of his face…the lines that tell his story…the story that make him him. The story that makes me love him.

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When your sex life is a mess…

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Did I fuck you, or you fuck me, or did we just fuck?

If someone says: “Honestly, our sex life is terrible darling,” how do you deal with it? Do you start to defend your moves and grooves in the bedroom? Do you get angry? Do you feel fear for being judged, with no allowance for improvement? Do you blame it on the person who uttered the words? Would you rather end the relationship than having to question and/or sort out your own/your partners abilities? Did you already know it, but neglected it as you’d rather have a poor sex life than dare to bring it up with your partner and risk ending up with no sex life at all? Did your partner utter the sentence filled with love, compassion and a willingness to do her/his utmost to create the most marvelous sex life on the planet, or was s/he filled with blame, anger, fear, or frustration? How honest are you prepared to be when questioning your sex life and other relationships, including the one you have with yourself (no not your masturbation techniques, different chapter)?

Honesty. We talk about it a lot, or at least many of us throw it out as a description rather often. “I like honesty. I want honest friends and employees. Honesty is a good trait. Honest people are nice.” Yet, what is honesty? You can be honest with someone and yet only tell them part of the bigger picture. You can use honesty to hurt, or to heal. You can speak honestly from your mind, with your heart completely closed. What is good honesty?

I started thinking about stories recently…or, well, I always think about stories, but this week in particular as I heard three different versions of the same story, one being my own version. So I started pondering how honest the three different stories were. In all fairness I can’t say that anyone was lying, but due to different people choosing to talk about different parts of the story and ignoring others, the story looked very different from the three different perspectives. It’s like saying: “Jake took my purse.” v.s. “Jake took my purse to go buy the oranges I asked him to buy for me as my car broke down and they were too heavy to carry on foot.” In one story Jake is a thief, in the other a hero.

It can also be a very different story depending on if a person is constructing a story to work in their favor, or just sharing from their heart exactly what they are feeling.

What’s more, it can, of course, get very confusing if the person who is sharing the story isn’t thinking with their heart, but rather with their mind and have no clue of what they are actually feeling or what was really going on as they saw it through their own lenses, their own filters of reality. If you are very perceptive you may even feel that they are saying one thing, but feeling another, but they themselves don’t even know it – if anything they may just not be able to make the story make sense in their own minds. If, on the other hand, they are speaking with both their heart and mind and the two are disagreeing – one minute their heart is speaking, the next minute their mind and the mind and heart have opposing ideas of what is true – it can get even more confusing. For example, from January or so this year my heart was telling me to go to London for God knows what reasons, but my mind was telling me to stay in LA for plenty of reasons. Now, until I had figured this out maybe I shouldn’t have been confusing other people with my ideas back and forth, but that’s easier said than done as we often blurt out what’s going on in our hearts and minds to those close to us.

My choice of cities could have further confused people if say, with person A I always spoke from my heart, person B my mind, person C I didn’t tell anything at all to and person D got both my heart and mind. How I related to these people may be much because of how they related to me and/or much because of what I was most connected to at the time (heart, or mind). It may also be that I didn’t know up from down myself and simply shared whatever I believed/perceived to be the truth, but that may still not stop them from thinking I should have acted differently in my story telling once they found out what my final decision was (to stay stuck in the middle, or follow my heart, or mind). What’s more, they might very well have their own idea about what my mind and my heart should be like, as it would suit them better. Story telling can be bloody confusing until the day you say sayonara to everything but your own heart. Screw everything else: it’s the heart that counts. (That’s my not so humble opinion.)

If people aren’t listening to their hearts, but rather their logical reasoning, their learned ideas about themselves and life…then they are creating unreal stories in their lives and probably living them too. From an outside perspective you may see that the person got the wrong end of the stick (or the dick), but as the person is believing in the story they have created, it’s their reality. Their emotions are reacting to the story they have created in their minds, however unreal, but the emotions are real. Chemicals have gotten created and the person can feel them, yet something inside may tell them that something dodgy is going on, no matter how great the emotions. Talk about confusion!

What I also came to ponder is the fact that you are continuously creating stories about people and most of the time you aren’t sharing the stories with the people they are about. How many times have you sat down with your friends and shared the story about them and you? How you see your friendship from day one till now? I came to think about this as someone started asking me questions about someone whom I believe I have been honest with. I believe I have shared my heart with them, I have shared my feelings, my thoughts and what have you. What suddenly hit me though is that the story I would tell if someone asked me to tell the complete story from day one till now of our friendship, well that story the person the story is about had never heard.

Think about it like this: you go on vacation, you have a summer fling and you are, in the moment with that person open, free, what have you. When you get home friends ask you about your fling and you tell them a story. A story you probably never told the person you were having the fling with. So even if you were honest with the person at the time, it’s unlikely you sit down and tell them exactly how you see your whole story with them and how it’s impacted your life, the lessons you’ve learnt, what they gave you, etc.

This story creating goes for family, friends, business partners, mentors, what have you – we are constantly creating stories and, at times, very biased stories. Even when people tell you you are a great blessing, they really appreciate you, you have brought them joy and wonders, they may never get anymore specific than that. You may think you gave them one thing, but they may feel utterly blessed for another that you didn’t even consider a gift.

What further came to mind is that when we build connections with people, if we do so based on a story we have invented, rather than a genuine connection springing from our heart and soul, we are bound to live in fear. Fear that the money, or looks, or moves we used to impress them with will sooner or later fade, or they will discover we never possessed them in the first place. The story I used to choose to tell men could be rather fascinating, whether I told it in words, or actions, or the way I chose to dress. I liked to sort of…hmm…sex things up and remove the emotions as somewhere along the way I started to think that men want heartless women who are great in bed and will leave them when the morning comes. I was potentially mistaken in this conclusion. Just potentially. I also, at some point, came to realise that if I tell this heartless sex story I will end up with men that want something I can’t offer, as uh, I do have emotions, I do care and I do make people breakfast in bed. If you don’t like to be doted on, I’m not your girl.

My logical mind was trying to protect my heart by living in accordance with an idea it had gotten from information that had been provided, but the only way to protect your heart is to be true to your heart and live from a space of love. When you are what you want, you get what you want, whether you logically realise what that is or not.

Another thought appeared to me as I was talking about person A together with person B. Now, it was quite clear that we perceived this person very differently, so it hit me that it might be a bad idea to listen to another person’s idea of someone as they have created a story based on who they are first and foremost, not who the person they are talking about is. Also, how the person they describe relates to them is much because of what they put out there. If we believe a person is a devil it may be because we made them behave as a devil, or appeared as a devil to them. If we believe a person is an angel, it may be because we behaved as an angel to them, or appeared as an angel to them. Of course we all have individual responsibility – if someone tells me I’m an ass I can tell them I don’t agree and that’s that, or I can slap them, or tell the whole world they are an asshole – my behavior, no matter how “triggered” by someone else, is my choice. And speaking of which: when we create stories we often say “because s/he did this, I did that, or I learnt this, or I feel like this.” Now, that’s making them responsible and you are the one whose life is being ruled by someone else. Know that you can, to some extent at least, choose what to think and how to react. It’s like a history class with Mr Y – one student loves Mr Y and history, another student hates history, but loves Mr Y. Yet another student hates history and Mr Y and yet another one hates Mr Y, but loves history. Now, who will try to learn about history during these classes and who will occupy their minds more so with the teacher than with the subject? And who will choose to disregard their own preconceived ideas and just get on with the topic at hand and learn what they need to learn?

As I see it, if you want to learn about life, then every person you meet and every event you are part of becomes a tool for learning; an asset if you so like for gaining deeper knowledge and becoming more able to deal with things yet to come. If you, on the other hand, think life is nothing but a series of unexplainable and unpredictable events you may not ponder about it at all and, consequently, think you have no say about how your life goes – you are at the mercy of others and life itself.

Because I believe that you mainly (not necessarily always as there are other influences too) get what you attract (or consciously/sub-consciously look for and therefore walk up to when you spot it), I don’t necessarily want to blame anyone for what they so to speak caused me – I want to look inside myself so that I can create what I want within me and therefore be drawn to what I want in the future. And let’s face it – it’s often when things go tits up that we start to question what’s going on inside. We don’t always stop to ponder the small things, but when there is no way of closing our eyes to what’s going on, we are forced to listen and, therefore, if we so wish, start changing things within ourselves.

Taking responsibility for your insides does not make other people nice if they do something unpleasant, nor does it mean that you should stick around them. It simply means that you may wanna have a look inside of you to see what created this, whether it was fear, suppressed anger, belief systems…you name it. Otherwise you are likely to end up in the same situation, or with a similar influence in your life, whether event or person, in the future. You may actually be pushing/provoking situations and people to prove your ideas right. Most things for that matter can be sorted with a bit of love – live from a place of love and your life will take blissful turns. When I say this I also have to point out that living from a place of love does not mean getting rid of your spine – stand up for yourself, point out when people are abusing their relationship with you, just do so from a place of love and compassion. Soon that love and compassion will come back to you. I believe whatever you talk about, even the unpleasant stuff, needs to come from this place. If nothing else, it removes people’s’ wish to defend themselves and go against your words. It removes fear and anger. If you want to be honest just to hurt someone, you may as well lie – it will have equally disastrous effects. If it doesn’t come from a space of love, it will backfire.

So guys, next time you talk to your lover about your sex life…have a heartfelt think before you blame them for the sexperiment where you did the doggie dressed in pink leather atop the Empire State Building…or praise them for the best sex of your life – maybe it just so happened that you were co-creating that experience… Go make love to the world – honestly speaking, it could do with some TLC…

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How would you like it in bed, honey? Rough, medium, or sweet as cotton candy?…

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We all have wants, needs, wishes, what have you, right? I mean who didn’t dream up the perfect job, g/f or b/f, house, vacation, etc.? I know I did. First, I wanted him to have curly light brown hair and green eyes. Then it was the dark curls and brown eyes. Then it was the rough blue-eyed blond. Then I gave up on looks requirements. I figured I had fallen for one of each category anyway, so who knew what would be next? Might as well keep my options open.

I guess, like many other peeps I thought that the dream we have will materialize exactly as the dream is on paper. Usually not the case. You might have more chemistry with the blue-eyed wonder than with the green-eyed charmer you imagined. And if you don’t watch out, you may miss the blue-eyed wonder as you are searching for green and therefore seeing green. We often miss that which we do not keep a lookout for.

Another favorite of mine is how humans tend to focus on what they don’t have: you meet blue-eyed wonder and as if by magic, you fall in love. Problem is, it’s not what you imagined it would be like. You keep thinking that maybe, maybe you would like some green after all. Then blue-eyed wonder starts saying that maybe it won’t work out and maybe you should break it off and then you realize how much you love blue-eyed wonder and maybe you forgot this fact as you were focusing on what you did not have before. So instead of building what there was already a solid base for, you were dreaming of something completely different that could not be. And I assure you – the green-eyed charmer would have a few other traits you hadn’t taken into account either.

I know eye color might be a silly metaphor, but sex for example is an individual thing and everyone work slightly different in bed. What is one woman’s want is another one’s nightmare. But what if you meet someone who isn’t great in bed, then what do you do? You want rough, he wants cotton candy…do you dump him? Or do you work it out in between yourselves – find some common ground and then also take turns giving each other what you want?

I used to avoid relationships thinking that no one had exactly what I wanted (and that I didn’t have exactly what thy wanted). Then one fine day I woke up and realized what exactly I wanted was love and a true connection, affinity, resonance, understanding… So long as the love, connection and attraction is there…well, the rest is in the fine print. You work it out. If the love isn’t there on the other hand, the person can be bloody perfect and still nothing will work out. First time you have an argument and there is no love, no consideration, no respect…well, then it’s not all that perfect even if the person has every trait you ever dreamed of, you allowed yourself to walk on pink clouds, everything was “just perfect”…apart from the relationship. It was partly an illusion, because you fell in love with a person, rather than together building a solid relationship filled with love, care and…sex…

Love means you love someone and will automatically care for them. That doesn’t mean you won’t have any emotional garbage that may hurt your partner at one time or another, but it means you have the decency to apologize and work on it so it won’t keep happening. Basically: you will want the best for your partner. It’s the difference between arguing in a friendly way: it’s two different opinions meeting, or in an unfriendly way: two different opinions meeting with a lot of hatred/blame/revenge/menace attached. Your mental actions are not nice. Basically: there are ways to disagree and there are ways not to disagree. We all find each other irritating at times and we need an ability to laugh at this and discuss, in a loving way (no angry accusations guys) what maybe could change. I know for certain that if someone looks at me and say: “I don’t like that about you,” I feel miserable. If they instead joke and tell me how much they love me, but how much a tiny thing infuriate them, well then it’s different. I’d rather want to change some aspect of my behavior out of love and respect for my partner, than because I feel ashamed and threatened they will leave me if I don’t.

Needs, wants…fantasies…we all have them. As always I use a relationship as a metaphor, but it applies to everything in life: nothing is what we think it will be (but exactly what our interiors wanted – either a mirror of us, or a complimentary connection to us).  If we like what we find, if there is love, if there is respect…we work it out. In business, in life, in bed… If we don’t like it…its’ time to rethink ourselves. I just think it’s important to be open. Not to chase blue-eyed wonders when we could have brown-eyed candies…if we just saw them. And see what there is to appreciate in every person, in every task, in every moment…don’t wait till it’s gone: love it now.

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Broken souls and dreamers…

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Oftentimes it is those with the most darkness inside that are searching for the light. Those that feel pain that are searching for beauty. Those that feel emptiness that are searching for fulfillment. And if they want it bad enough and they work hard enough oftentimes they also get it.

It is sad sometimes when you meet “broken souls” that have created some of the most amazing things – the biggest corporations, the most wonderful art, the largest non-profits – yet their spirit is still deprived… They keep creating, because on the inside they still feel a lack, a need. You would think that along the way they would have found inner fulfillment, but it’s not always the case, because the beauty they sought was on the outside. The outside has managed, in some cases, to heal the worst part of their wound, but they are still confused, wondering why money didn’t stop them from feeling poor, or beauty didn’t hide all the ugliness of the world that they had seen.

Sometimes those that have the most fulfillment within don’t always search for change, for improvement, for revolutions…because they simply don’t feel a need. They are already OK. When they do search to change things for the sake of others though, they create amazing things.

Wherever we are at on our path to outer and inner fulfilment it’s important to remember why you do the things you do – find inner peace so you aren’t hunting empty dreams that will still leave your inner in turmoil and find your purpose, what really turns you on and propels your forward. Without it you won’t find a will to create; nothing will have meaning. That’s why lost soul’s sometimes create the most beauty – they have a purpose, a will to change, or to heal what’s broken. It’s just nicer to be healed and work for joy. It’s nicer to earn money when you already have food on the table, even though having no food on the table will probably make you work harder unless you have a really good purpose. And a good purpose is a blissful thing – it makes you feel like you are living the dream no matter where in the journey you are at… As Helen Keller said: Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.

Fight for your dreams already living the dream…

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I want to have a threesome…

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Really, do you? For sure? Are you sure?… Now I don’t know what it is YOU want. I’m still getting clear on what I want…it takes a bit of time sometimes, to really figure out what makes one’s heart sing. Some people get so caught up in the love they forget the sex, or so caught up in sex they forget the love…doesn’t mean they don’t want the other, they just got caught up in something else. Some people get caught up in money, others in relationships, some in fitness, others in social life…we all get a tad caught up here and there…so if only in Facebook…

At other times people say they want something, but they haven’t really thought it through. It’s one thing to say you want to climb Everest, but when you start thinking about what that MEANS, you may not want to…the exercise, the preparation, the cost, the things you have to go through, the cold, the lack of oxygen, the risks… As the old saying goes: be careful what you wish for…and if you do wish for something: do so with good intentions. Pray for it to arrive in a loving way.

It’s yet another thing to distinguish a want from a fantasy. So many times we hear people say: “I want to learn French, I want to date this girl, I want to have a threesome…” The thing is though…how many of these people take steps to achieve it? Figure out what needs to get done and go for it? Is it really a want? Or just a fantasy? If it’s a true want, if you aren’t achieving it, what’s stopping you? What limiting belief is holding you back? What other priority gets in the way from you to achieve it? How do you let go of what’s stopping you and turn it into something which is enabling it to happen right now?

Figure out what turns you on…and go get it…

Right now I would love to…I want to…yes, that’s my secret…hope you have some yummy secrets too…

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Dreaming dirty dreams…

You know me. It’s all about…naughty revolutions…like bring on the indulgence in a naughty healthy format…and dreaming is kind of like naughty indulgence right? Dreams mean dirty thoughts right left and center, right??!!! …or maybe just indulgent thoughts about what we want…ahem…

I have mentioned this before, but I think it’s an important thing to bear in mind: My principal in acting school used to say that the difference between a dream and a purpose was that a dream you dream about, a purpose you take action to achieve. I think this is important to remember because why waste your time on dreaming things you do not aspire to? When you could be aspiring to your dreams? That are then becoming purposes…right confused, need sleep…gonna dream…purposeful dreams now…zzzzzzzz…….

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Naked men can just like, sod off…

I had a very interesting dream tonight. I dreamt I was out having tea with a bunch of friends….but not people I know today. I was in a new place. As I left the tea party, or whatever, (we were out in nature, there were stunning mountains were people were snowboarding and stuff, but it was still hot where we were…probably my childhood dream of moving to exotic places…bring on the khaki colored safari hats and all that…) a friend of mine ran up to me to tell me something. He told me that another friend of mine had told him the answer about love. Now what he told him was that: “As a man you can stand in front of a naked Victoria’s Secret model and watch her walk away from you. You may be pulled towards her by sex drive, but you have enough control of yourself to watch her leave. On the other hand, you can’t stand in front of the woman you love (fully clothed I might add…) and see her walk away from you without running after her.”

Then I woke up…I mean I had the answer, right?!! LOL.

I know I probably dreamt this dream because I blogged about how I would know I love someone yesterday and a friend of mine has been asking me for over a year “How do you know it’s the one?” Well, maybe this is one way. Who knows? It made me giggle…and it was just a dream…

Right Mister, don’t think that six pack, or those charms can lure me into running after you…no more frog kissing, you hear me???!!!!


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