Every day can be a party, when you can dance on the tears of sorrow.
Every day is a party when you can be in the now moment.
Every day is a party when you can appreciate the simple things in life.
When you wake up in the morning, can you look at yourself, with honesty, in the mirror, valuing what you are and what you have in your life?
Even when you are ‘no thing’ or ‘some one’, is it not enough to know that you just exist?
If you don’t need a reason to throw a party, then why do you need a reason to celebrate your life?
You don’t need so much to start your party every single day.
Every day is a party when you see the comedy in every tragedy, because even in the most painful life-experiences there hides a little joke.
Every day is a party when you allow yourself to see what you already have, instead of denying yourself this pleasure.
Maybe you don’t have much, but when you can celebrate ‘not having so much, which is still something, the party can begin.
Maybe you only have a roof above your head, then set that roof on fire, so that everyone knows you are celebrating life.
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The city of Amsterdam is full of life. So many different animals are living here. For me it is a great pleasure to watch them being and doing their daily stuff. For me the green parrots is one of the most amazing and surprising animals that live here. It is obvious that they are not indigenous to this usually cold city. This little friend is a precious and unique messenger of the spirit world.
Many people hate them because they make a lot of noise. I love them because they are always “gezellig” as we would say in dutch. They always seem to have deep conversations. Usually they come in abundant numbers, hanging around in a tree. Thousands of them talking and talking in a bird language that we can not understand.
These parrots are amazing wise teachers. In fact: every animal has something to teach humanity. They are not just here to fly, eat and shit on your car. When I tune in they usually have something new to teach me. A new realisations about becoming my best version, or something about society. They always pop up in unexpected moments. Some days they seem gone, while other days they are countless in numbers.
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Who else, is afraid to speak their truth like me? Who else feels not good enough to be heard by others? Who else disqualifies him/herself and undermines their own strength by holding back and making them self small? Who else has these urges to speak up in groups or on social media but is afraid to be judged by others?
I have been posting a lot here in Facebook and I even spoke in front of a camera. But sometimes I have these periods where I turn into my hermit mode and don’t want to come out, because I got scared again. It’s not even that someone of somebody said anything wrong. It is my own mind telling me lies. The fear that i’m not being loved or not being or doing good enough, are dangerous ingredients for the fear of living.
Often I write something and I find It for example not good enough (a mix of perfectionism + a low self esteem), or I tell myself that others are not ready for this kind of information. Or I undermine myself by asking questions like what is the purpose of doing this, what is in it for me? why am I doing this? And this causes me to go into deep processes where the universe shows me and reminds me exactly why I’m posting all of this stuff. I allow myself (sometimes i’m being forced) to look at these ‘dark’ (shadow) questions, because it teaches me strength, resilience, self love and to embrace my fears. Continue reading Embrace your fears and tell your story!
Last couple of years I’ve been hearing from people that i’m weird, odd, different, unusual, That they can’t put me in any box, that they can not label me with any label. It’s funny, because in the past I used to feel this way as well. Though I think I always could cover it up very well. In a way I must be a great actor, because I could fit into any group. I could be what the other wanted me to be. That is a superpower. But it is not so beneficial when it controls you, or better said: when you allow others to control you.
I always thought I had a sense of who I was, until I started this path of self transformation. It was my false sense of self that kept confirming that it knew itself. Where actually the real self is nothing like it. When you are just yourself, you don’t have to go looking for yourself anymore.
But I have stripped myself partly off my former identity. The core of who I am, is set in stone. It is unchangeable. But all that I was not, the false self, crumbled away. I had to confront myself. See myself ‘naked’. Over and over again. Because no, the process is not done and definitely not finished. But slowly, slowly, I get a real sense of what it is to be me. Some days better than others. And in one situation it is more clear then in another. It’s hard, It’s though, It’s painful, but oh God. There is nothing more satisfying to see yourself, as you really are. To see yourself growing into a more loving human being. To care less about what others might think of you and being less sensitive to their projections and opinions. Continue reading Be different, Be brave, Be your self
Facebook and Instagram are two wonderful tools to show the world what you like and through what lens you see the world. They are amazing tools to be up to date about the latest trends, hypes and news and it’s also a convenient way to stay in touch with people.
Recently I got tipped about this new app called Meetup
that got me curious. Meetup is an app other than FB or Insta. Instead of showing others what you like or what you are doing, you can actually invite them into your world,Into your hobby, or interest and do it together with them. I’ve found out that it is a beautiful way to connect with people from all different kind of backgrounds. There are so many things you can join. F.E. There are book clubs, movie clubs, Sunday morning breakfast clubs, dancing events, sharing circles, board game meetings. You name it and it’s probably there.
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Have you ever wondered why people become so happy from funky and ecstatic music?
When we hear music we tend to start moving. We move on the beat or the melody and it makes us feel a certain way. Whenever we feel melancholic, sad music can do wonders to deepen the sad feeling. Until we had enough of the sadness and turn the music off. Usually our mood improves after 😉 On weddings or on funerals, the music is one of the most important ingredients for an successful event. On a party the DJ is the center of attention and a good DJ can alter the mood of the whole party. Many times after a concert we a joyful and free feeling. As if we are children again for a moment.
As you can see, music has a great influence on our well-being. It influences us on many emotional and mental levels. Also on a physical and energetic level it has a big influence on us. Music has the ability to change our moods. It can uplift us, it can bring us down, through music we can get in trance. Music can encourage us and it can motivate us to move forward or to dance. Simply said music has the ability to change our state of mind. It is therefore a wonderful tool to alter our reality into happy and joyful situations, without the use of any substance. Continue reading Sound Healing Session
Pain is something we all feel and it is very real. Sometimes pain can be overwhelming. I’m not speaking about physical pain, but more the emotional/spiritual pain. As a human I find it a challenge to be open about my emotions. I find it a challenge to talk about the kind of pain i’m experiencing. I don’t always get the feeling that there is a place for emotions in our society. From a young age we were taught that we are supposed to stand tall and fight against our emotions. If you show them you are labeled as weak or soft, or you have ‘lost control’. When you do show your emotions in public, people think something horrible happened to you, because it is an exception to see someone expressing his or her emotions outside on the street. As a guy it is even more of a challenge, because the main idea about a man is that he needs to be a warrior, a fighter. It is this twisted concept that causes a big part of my pain as well. Continue reading Pain and human emotions