My Spiritual Ego - Morning pages einer Erwachenden

  With my round belly in front of me, sitting back in the sitting bag, I look over the beautiful green mountains that slowly change their colors in the changing season. Tiny houses spread all across the hillside. Paradise. A dream land. My dream land. A place exactly like out of my own dream how to live. It's been not even a week and I feel like I've spent much more time here. As if this place was calling me on so many levels. It's not only the stunning beauty of the surrounding landscape, the nature, the views, the lotus tents that perfectly engage with their surrounding, creating a fairy tale like atmosphere. It's not the yoga dome with an out of a books view, a place that I wanted to create for my own for such a long time. It's not the luxurious restaurant yurt where we get served the most delicious buffet each and every day, accompanied by fresh lemonade, steaming coffee and compote. The delicious local seasonable veggies, made into tasty dishes, home made by th...

The Spectrum of (Indian) Madness Introduction This is nothing persona l. One of the sentences I have come to recognize as a red flag for myself as for me this has become very personal. This exact sentence representing the key factor concerning the topic of my writing. Disconnection. Separation. Alienation. Detachment. The whole reason I found myself in urgent need to write about what had become my personal tragedy. This is nothing personal . A sentence I would hear repeatedly from different people, presenting similar behaviors towards me, by far causing me the most hurt coming from the person that mattered the most to me at the time when I was confronted with the topic in a way that I couldn't ignore it anymore. Alongside came also other phrases like have no expectations or this is the right thing to do , all representing the same disconnection in people making things impersonal, creating distance to a certain situation, inside one individual, or between two individuals. T...