Generalnie staram się podziwiać piękno dookoła, łapać je, napawać się nim. Zauważam zupełnie nowe oblicza miasta, w miejscach które przez codzienność straciły swój urok. Zauważam nie tylko miejsce, rekwizyty, bywalców ale również światła i cienie, odbicia, czuje wiatr lub jego brak, zapach roznoszący się w powietrzu, od razu robi się tak inaczej na duszy, cieplej, weselej. Chce się żyć tu i teraz, a nie w przeszłości, której już nie ma, ani nie w przyszłości, która jeszcze nie nadeszła, a i tak będzie się różnic w jakimś stopniu od naszej wymarzonej co sprowadzi tylko kolejne rozczarowania. Na wszystko jest czas i odpowiednia pora. Jeżeli pozostaniemy w stanie, w którym większość ludzi trwa przez cały czas tj. ciągłe zamartwianie się co będzie jutro bo coś tam, lub użalanie się nad tym co było i już nie można tego zmienić, to nigdy nie będziemy mogli być sobą. Nigdy nie zaznamy życia w jego pełni, nie zauważymy jakie jest piękne i cudowne, nigdy nie będziemy świadomi świata i siebie samego. Kiedy będziemy potrafili być uważniejsi i oddawać się każdej czynności z dziecięcym zapałem, dociekliwością, ciekawością i z powątpiewaniem, również i sfera snów i doświadczeń poza naszym ciałem fizycznym stanie się pełniejsza i ciekawsza. Będziemy ją badać dokładniej, a przez to więcej doświadczać i wynosić korzyści.

Ostatnio przez takie podejście otwieram się na nowe smaki kulinarne i z chęcią próbuje rzeczy, które mi dotąd nie smakowały, i o dziwo stają się smaczne:) Z drugiej strony przestają mi smakować przetworzone i sztuczne produkty. Chipsy, ciastka i słodycze nie są już tak smaczne jak były wcześniej, a pojawiające się dookoła reklamy namawiające nas na tego typu produktów nie robią już na mnie takiego wrażenia i nie wzbudzają takiego zainteresowania jak jeszcze jakiś czas temu. Dużo bardziej mam chęć na świeże warzywa i owoce, pysznym dobrze przyrządzonym mięsem też nie pogardzę. Jednak staram się omijać ciężkie potrawy, przesiąknięte tłuszczem i z dużą ilością sztucznych dodatków. Mimo że czasami bywają smaczne, mają dużo więcej wad, które przeszkadzają nam w naszym dalszym osobistym rozwoju. Ile razy ludzie nie łapią się na lenistwie po syto przyrządzonym obiedzie, a potem jeszcze bardziej obfita kolacja. Niby tak przyjemnie, czujemy się najedzeni, nic tylko usiąść przed telewizorem i odpocząć. A może tak by się położyć i poczytać książkę? Prędko jednak można zauważyć, że człowiek szybciej się męczy, przeczyta mniej stron nim go zmorzy sen, a o wyjściu na spacer już nie wspomnę. I jak tu w takim stanie poćwiczyć medytację, poćwiczyć OBE kiedy ledwo się zrelaksujemy zapadamy w słodki sen.

Moje opowiadanie, które ostatnio pisałem jako zadanie z literatury w całości po angielsku usadzone w miejscu, w klimatach LD/OBE. Jeżeli ktoś się zainteresuje to proszę bardzo :) Uwaga - może zawierać błędy gramatyczne.




















The Author took some time off and left his daily rut behind. It was his first inducement
to travel. One day because of fatigue he got lost in great woods. Finally he found a
road and reached to an uncharted city of 'The Poles'.
When I came into the city walls and streets were covered by dark dull grey colors.
Somewhere in the furthest corners of alleys I could catch sight of little shining spots
illuminated by a poor light of a dim, silver moon. It was cold, windy and moistly and I
randomly heard only some quite noises and squeaky whistles all around me. It seemed
that a storm had just ended but somewhere in the distance subtle booms were still
rumbling. I came into the main street out of that gloomy little backstreet and although I
could see much more, everything was colorless. Simple grey-scaled buildings like empty
paper cubes were rising above me in a strange bended manner. I could feel my flesh
creeps and my stomach shrinks. The Street I was standing on was very long and quite
wide in some unnatural way. It was like my field of view was a little bit wider than usual.
Unfortunately it was completely deserted, abandoned and left in ruins. I took a few
minutes and in a great reflection I looked around the surroundings. Empty black
windows indicated that everyone was sleeping or hiding in their homes in afraid of some
creeping nightmare. Suddenly, out of nowhere I felt that someone was very gently
pulling my trouser-leg. When I turned over I saw no one, but then I looked below and in
great amazement I saw a child smiling to me delightedly. The little boy had ink-black
short hair, pale skin, and grey shabby clothes. His eyes were bright and vividly green
completely not fitting to his grab appearance. The boy said nothing but pulled me by my
sleeve and started to sprint. He led me to his small apartment where he had been living
with his mom and his elderly grandfather. Pops was a very funny guy, though. His
mother, on the other had, was steeped in sadness and although she was young, beautiful
woman her tiny wrinkles near their tired brown eyes made her look older.
I spent in their place a night on chatting about their lives and I learnt a lot of
interesting and useful things. The people there were a society of workers, rat race
competitors, where the most successful people were the most black ones. They were
emotionless creatures driven by the primitive instinct of power and self enchantment.
When someone was so much dedicated to work and constantly was climbing up, their,
so called achievement ladder he or she could even become one of 'The Lords', reigners
who ruled the city. As I later figured out it was very long and harsh trip and it was
bounded with total lost of oneself which was reflected in ones color. Despite of their
strong will and dedication to achieve it, the people in suburbs did not know how was it
on the highest grades. In fact, the chances to get even to the middle grades were remote
likely to success. Their hard efforts were slowly bleaching them day by day and their
weakening faith in success were darkening them. But the old grandpa was different. He
was smiling and was telling bizarre stories every time when his daughter had suspended
herself in some sad reflections. He told me about many fascinating places he had visited
during his adventurous life, which were so bright and saturated like no one couldn't see
in the city. He also told that because I was new to the town I couldn't stay here any
longer and I should promptly leave this place before it wasn't too late. The family quite
politely but with a little irritation pushed me out of their flat into a dark staircase. I went
out of the building. It was a middle of the night and I stood there all alone and was
wondering what's going on around here. 'The Suburbians' were simple but really weird
kind of people. They easily changed mood just like someone controlled them. They were
imprisoned in their homes only sitting on wooden, old-fashioned armchairs and staring
onto a shining hole inside black plastic frame hanged on the wall. When I was thinking I
suddenly saw that in the distance near a downtown some fleshes of light were shooting
from the total darkness into the dark grey sky. I decided to set it my destination point
and find there more information about this place.
After hours of walking towards the center utterly exhausted I finally got to a large
square near the highest structure in the city. This place was different from the others in
this agglomeration. To get here, firstly I had to get through the darkest woods I had ever
seen. The forest was shrouded by a complete darkness and its inhabitants were the most
dreadful beings I could meet on my way. 'The Hiders' never showed up in person. They
were sneaking around in shadows like some sort of mystical predators stealthily
attacking me when I only lost my cautiousness for a single second. They tried to rob me,
steal some part of me, they tried to torn me into small pieces. 'The Hiders' also were very
obstinate and most cunning little intruders I could ever imagine. Near the very end of
the woods these animals jumped right onto me and were shaking me like they tried to
decompose me. For a moment I was scared to death but the illumination of the adjacent
neighbourhood made them flee to their hives. The square was lit by few isolated light
posts illuminating very bright, navy blue lights. In front of an entrance to the biggest
skyscraper man could ever built were standing a massive crowd of very tall and out of
ordinary people. They were two heads taller than an average man and seemed to be a
very wise assembly. They stood there contemplating, talking and exchanging among
themselves very important knowledge as I guessed. They were communicating a
language I didn't comprehended and because I didn't understand it, it was more like a
childish mumbling. They didn't mind my presence but they didn't pay to me any
attention neither. I squeezed myself through them rapidly directly to the entrance.
I stepped through a threshold of a colossal doorway. A gigantic hall was stretching so
far in every direction so I could see no walls. Every step I did echoed few times from a
marbled floor in a black and white chessboard pattern. My sight aimed at a remote dark
chest and a hooded mystical person standing by. I bravely followed this trace with a
hope i finally get know the true about this astonishing place and I must proudly admit
that my expectations were meet. He explained me that in this spot all inhabitants of the
city could do whatever they want, could fully relax and make their dreams come true. It
was some kind of entertainment center. But many years earlier people had forgotten and
discontinue visiting it. He told me the rules and how to play so I spent there the most
fantastic and pleasant time I could ever experience.