Listen to the river and singing

The colours started to be more harmoniic to each other, the sweet scent of blue Nag Champas was coming with the smoke and scratching my itches. The mountains dont seem that far anymore. The vibes have changed. Theyre lovlier now, smoother.

Inner clarity comes with outter clarity. Work on botch sides towards sanity. Shanti Om.

You dont start. youll never quit and never stop. Tranquility lies in the wilderness of the waves. 

 

What annoyes me though, is its attachement to me. Lets see how to cut it off, hmmm… with reggae music? or a cigarette? or shall we maybe let it be? 

Well changing the position was certainly a great idea. Soon my legs will fall asleep. Im probably next.

Heres a Koan:

A monk asked the master: ” May I smoke during meditation? ” 

The Master replied: “Yout better ask, if you may meditate while smoking.”

Dynamics…

Protein Molecules…

Stuff that turns me on. 

manifesting craziness located in berlin

So things have started to settle in Berlin: I can pay my bills, got a job and a nice comfy flat, a nintendo gamecube with its best video games plugged into an annoying TV device, and so forth an so on. And yet, I couldnt keep myself from falling into the citys ugly holes of madness one more time…

I felt like giving a try to go outside and look for some psytrance and some fun. And this was not a spontaneous decision. I even meditated 30 minutes before leaving home, because I had to ask myself what in hell drags me to go on a party, without anything illegal, despite the fact that I had to work the next day. And the conditions were even heavier: Instead of experiencing all the things that happened this night, I could just have stayed at home, with some mystic cigaretes and a good portion of bob dylan songs. Maybe I would have taken a bath, maybe not. But the idea of ice-cold jägermeister and ecstatic dancing as well as the idea of going home the moment i stop enjoying it took over and I left…

These days I often think of how to integrate these tremendous experiences and psychedelic journeys I had in Asia. Sometimes when I stand there in the kitchen preparing salads, or brushing my teeth at home I think about the greatness of the himalayan mountains I was blessed to see with my own eyes…and then I drift into dreams. It all feels like a dream then. Like it never really happened. Did it ever happen?

Back to the story: We had Dürüm, and some Jägermeistershots, went to the boys, hung out, until 12pm and drove to club where we stood in lina for about 2h. We met many different people there. many where drunk and having accidents on the street. Chaos and madness…the things you dont want to see when heading for an oasis of sanity.

And that was the point when my associates decided to ditch the happening and go to a techno club instead. It was their friends birthday and yeah. So we drove around, had another serving of Döner and walked towards the club. And about 1h later we arrived at the club just to see that the birthday child is banned to enter the party. This was at about 5am, 7h after we left home to go to a club, 5h until I have wo work and we were all sober and did not know where to go from here.

It took only 30minutes to split the group. we went to a hell of a techno club whereas the others headed back to the psytrance party, I left my comfort at home.

I better skip the details of the techno party, for i havent comprehended this level of nastyness yet. I went to work and then to sleep at about 4pm. The physical impact of this terror manifested itself after 18h of sleep as a Pickel im Ohr, headache, muscle ache, and everything ache.

So now I listen to eek singing:

and consider Peeni Walli as a cool name for a pet.

A great day to start blogging

The very first thing I noticed today, was that something is bothering me balls so I thought about it, got angry about it, got drunk because of it and could not help but starting this blog in order to puke out whatever crouches inside this bubble of anger and confusion.

Blogging is one of the last fun things I can remember doing apart from travelling, sex and drugs. My first blog was about the time when I volunteered as an English teacher in Siem Reap, Cambodia more than two years ago. I used to go outside looking for the craziest experiences to write everything down in the evening on my blog, wich was fun and acceptable for the first posts until I found my dear self in situations way to bizarre to publish. So after two years of these more or less bizarre situations I was forced to stop giving a fuck about publishing or not in order to save the little artist in me from becoming a victim of a troubled, confused and sad society.

I am lying right now on a couch, in a tiny guest room of my mothers flat in Bavaria, South Germany, slightly tipsy from half a bottle of Glühwein, writing on a blog without specific meaning. Things couldn’t become more bizarre.

The good news is, though, that I am enjoying it. It just crossed my mind that buying a nice and cheap camera to provide a couple of decent cheap pics, would make this whole thing even more enjoyable. Actually I was thinking of starting to write again a long time ago for many reasons, some noble ones as well as some despicably egoic ones. One of the greatest things writing does for me is that it allows the annoying devil on my right shoulder and the untrustable angel on my left shoulder, fade. And that is definitly necessary, bacause they inhabited my head for the better part of 2013 without paying any rent.

What brought me here was a history of one strange thing happening after another for the past 20 years, a story way too long or complicated to write down at the moment, but I can easily recall what happened right before I visited this page:

I drank half a bottle of Glühwein while listening to Prezident, a german Rapper who makes songs for situations like mine.

Before that I watched the documentary called “Home”,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU

wich is about the history of our suffering planet and the impact of human behaviour on our environment. I got this documentary from the list of the 166 documentaries to expand your conciousness:

http://altering-perspectives.com/2013/11/119-documentaries-expand-consciousness.html

Before that I was having breakfast, cigarettes, destructive thoughts and a rather long sleep after a night I spent with Techno, 2 beers and a couple of small puffs of a cigarette containg legal herbs with synthetic cannabinoids wich are of course not to smoke.

That was after having a great dinner at an Indian Restaurant (Indian Palace in Augsburg) with my mother who pissed me off by defending bad habits of people I met previous to the dinner. And thats it.

I guess I puked it out for today.

Now I can focus again on watching movies on TV.