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We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being. ―  Hermann Hesse These earrings speak of The Mystic, the awakening of the mind and the connection between the Self and The Great Spirit. You can find them  here . ⍆ Stay inspired ⍅

A quick post, just to share a couple of pictures and one of my favorite short stories ever, The Egg. I have read it a few years ago and loved it. It has been translated in many languages and many people know it, but for those who don't, here it is: "You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” “More or less,” I said. “Are you god...

A foggy morning you're back in the street and from nowhere a voice is bolstering you: "This is your life why waste it with memories of the past and the questions about tomorrow?" Ghost hate daylight so use the moment to leave them behind. Set before you is a blessing and a curse, Thoughts can heel you, thoughts can kill you. Words can save you, words can break you. Emotions may guide you or betray you. Oxygen blue is salvation, Oxygen red is poison. As you think, so shall you be! Don't eat the bread of the beast that have the evil eye. And remember the old Indian warning: that there's a good wolf and a bad wolf fighting for your Soul be careful which you feed. Don't let the air you breath become oxygen red. As sure as day follows night there must be a way out of this mess. Smile! It's not that bad. Without struggle, there can be no progress. Now is the right time for a new try to get on with life Th...

I'm gonna start blogging more often because I always end up with a lot of stuff that I want to show you and then I get anxiety attacks cause I can't remember if I showed you everything I was planning to and then I have to go back and look through all my folders with jewelry pictures and because I'm not organized it gets very confusing. Whoa, that was a long sentence. *breathe* The photo above, even though a bit blurry, is one of my favorites. Why? Because it looks like a mess at first, but it's actually an organized mess if you look closely   and when you do, your eye discovers similar items close to each other just like in one of those fun hidden object games and starts pairing and categorizing everything until your mind concludes that the mystery mess is solved and organized . Now your eye can finally relax and enjoy all the artistic details because that's why you're here to see something pretty and not to listen to my ramblings, but dagnabbit, I should...

I loved this short story written by  +Paulo Coelho   and wanted to share it with you. ‘Why is it that some people can resolve the most complicated problems really easily, whilst others agonize over every tiny crisis and end up drowning in a glass of water?’ I asked. Ramesh replied by telling the following story: ‘Once upon a time, there was a man who had been the soul of kindness all his life. When he died, everyone assumed that he would go straight to Heaven, for the only possible place for a good man like him was Paradise. The man wasn’t particularly bothered about going to Heaven, but that was where he went. Now in those days, service in heaven was not all that it might be. The reception desk was extremely inefficient, and the girl who received him gave only a cursory glance through the index cards before her and when she couldn’t find the man’s name, she sent him straight to Hell. And in Hell no one asks to check your badge or your i...

I started working on this set when I was camping in N. Carolina.  Mikey  went fishing for six hours and I  needed something to do. For four hours he said. Probably, I often lose track of time. Especially when I'm in my creating zone. Time disappears. My materials: an empty soup can, left from my previous dinner, that I have thrown in the fire the night before.  You don't want to leave any food out or anything that smells like food next to your tent when you go camping in the woods. Unless you want to share your campsite with a bear. And that wouldn't be fun, believe me. Despite all our precautions (burning the cans and the paper plates, washing and storing everything away in a big metal tool box, etc etc), a bear has "visited" us the second night we camped there. Mikey has returned from his four hour  fishing adventure proudly holding the two gorgeous trout he caught, and grilled them later that evening ~ I must say I was excite...