In the train station I wait and I am happy. At last I know where I am going, I am going back and I have a friend who is waiting for me. Even though I don't have the shoes and my last money is used for the train ticket to Mumbai, I am deeply satisfied. I even have a few rupis to buy a bottle of water to myself.
So I sit outside of the Madgaon train station next to a post and I wait. I drink water and the sun is shining. Suddenly something happens that I had not seen for a long time. Two European girls walk by, both rather hippie-looking, and one of them is carrying a watermelon on her head, holding it with both hands.
They walk by and we smile to each other. I must have looked rather funny, with dirty hindi trouser on, barefoot, sitting cross-legged and smiling next to a post with a sunburnt face. I drink on the water and soon they come back and when they walk by again from the other direction. Again we smile to each other, but this time they come closer and are a bit interested, who is this guy.
I make inviting gestures with my fingers, asking them to come near to me and sit down as well. Surprisingly it works pretty well, but it feels a bit too commanding from my part, I was not intending to command them. But maybe I had a strong energetic impact on them and something happened and they come and sit down together with me.
Now, unfortunately (seemingly unfortunately, the love is usually well-guarded) I had also made friends with two hindi guys from Mumbai. One of them, with a black beard and sun-glasses, acted like a show-off mafia guy from a Hollywood movie and told me and boasted that he is an actor and that he had acted in an American movie. I know the hindi tendency to boast a bit, but anyway, who knows. But indeed he was a seemingly dark guy and I would not want to get in conflict with him.
So when I invited these girls next to me, this guy was also around. And of course he instantly starts to boast about his movie adventures (probably made-up stories about how cool he is and that he has a lot of contacts). I do manage to make some smiling gentle connections with the more beautiful one of the girls, the one who courageously carried the watermelon. At the same time the hindi guy is boasting.
Then another big guy, like 2m tall Canadian also comes over, he was also waiting for the train. He also sits down together with us and now it gets really complicated for me to keep the group together. The dark hindi guy and his friend + this Canadian guy, I can feel that they are all sexually focused on the girls, pretty much dark thinking how to fuck them and impress them or the other way around. This is what I feel about their sexuality, but emotionally they just want attention from the girls and want to prove to them how awesome they are.
And me in the middle of all this, trying to make a harmonious circle or a group conversation, and of course I would also like to talk to the girls, but we only manage to switch a few smiles to one another and laugh a little bit when the hindi guy gets too far in his boasting.
Then he asks to smoke joint with them and they agree and go away together with this Hollywood-mafia stories guy. When they go, she leaves her watermelon with me and tells us to give it a name.
I personally did not like how the situation was developing, not enough respect at all to the feminine and only dark sexual pleasure thinking. And indeed, when they come back from smoking, the girls are a bit frightened, I don't know what this guy told them, probably invited them over to his place in Mumbai.
They want to leave this guy behind and stop talking with him, I can see it from their frightened emotional reactions towards him. And she asks about the name of the watermelon, but at that point I was not interested in this kind of game, because I felt the energy growing too dark and the group collapsing. So she asks a bit surprisingly "No name?" And then of course it's done and the group has fallen apart.
Not a good harmonious connection at all, just because one guy taking over too aggressively and drawing in others and encouraging them to do the same.
But anyway I keep connecting with these two guys and they show me the movie trailer "Into the wild" (or was this before the girls? I think it was probably before the girls). They sense my traveller energy (after all I was barefoot, dirty clothes and no money left) and get excited about it. They ask if I had seen the movie but I had not but I had heard about it from my younger sister.
So on at the train to Mumbai at one point come over to my wagon and give me water, this I really liked. There was also one guy at the train in a suit, coming and sitting next to me and each time that the chai seller walked by (like every 30 min) he asked if I want chai and then he bought it to me and laughed because I basically never said no to his offer and I drink like 5-6 chais in a row. (Normal for hindis is 1-2 chais I think.)
He was so kind and at one point he tells me that my cardigan (the one that belonged to the German girl in Pushkar) is sandy, that there's a lot of sand on my cardigan and I should clean it. I then take it and shake it in front of the open window so that suddenly the sand goes all over to his suit and trousers with the wind. He starts to wipe it off fast and shouts: "What are you doing?!" and the old hindi lady next to us starts to chuckle amazingly and I also start to laugh really hard.
Anyway I keep good friends together with this guy and he tells that he can help me with tickets and all but when we get to Mumbai of course he just buys me another chai and then leaves me there. He was a business-man and told me before on the train that he was very rich and 50,000 rupis would not be a problem to him (conversation on topics how to get back to Europe). Hindis-hindis always boasting :)
Then I am again in Mumbai train station, very dirty place, this time barefoot and without money, and have to take it from there. First I take a rest and sit down on a bench, meditating and trusting. Something has to happen next.
reede, 8. juuli 2016
neljapäev, 7. juuli 2016
kolmapäev, 6. juuli 2016
Friendships and family and what to do to come together as a beautiful planet
We can simply come together as a tribe once again and cook our own food and share it. We can even grow our own food. We can simply come together and enjoy each other's company and friendship. We can simply be how we truly would like to be.
Friendship and family is what we seek for, homefulness, cosy things and love. We need to be truly accepted and we would like to be listened by others, by our dear friends. How have we forgotten this? Have we lost or don't we remember that we do love our children.
Then if we love our children, how not can we take good care of them. And if what we give out is a broken place, how can our children understand this. You cannot simply go into a beautiful place in the nature and then start to damage and pollute it instead of beautifully connecting to the trees and sitting down on the ground in complete peace.
Why would you do this to yourself and to your own tribe? How can you keep damaging this that is most dear to you? Don't you recall that you are part of this. How did you get a body? Mother Earth gave it to you. What air are you breathing? The air of the Amazon rainforest, the lungs of our dear mother.
Then how can you damage her? After all that is already present here, why would you keep killing. Don't you see that the money or wealth is not the true source of your happiness. The true source for your happiness is being together with your dear family and your friends. This is where it starts from.
We also need to come together as families and as one healthy planet. How to do this? Well, first, if you are damaging the real ancient peace-keepers in the forests, you are pretty much not welcome over here. Unless you stop, I kindly ask you to leave.
This is something that needs to be done. No matter how much imaginary money someone could lost, I do not care. Families are much more important than cars. Rainforests are much more important than glass buildings that online provide loneliness and a sense of always being a stranger.
You need to make your decision. Either stop acting in a damaging way towards our dear Mother Earth or leave this planet. This is it.
Taavi
Friendship and family is what we seek for, homefulness, cosy things and love. We need to be truly accepted and we would like to be listened by others, by our dear friends. How have we forgotten this? Have we lost or don't we remember that we do love our children.
Then if we love our children, how not can we take good care of them. And if what we give out is a broken place, how can our children understand this. You cannot simply go into a beautiful place in the nature and then start to damage and pollute it instead of beautifully connecting to the trees and sitting down on the ground in complete peace.
Why would you do this to yourself and to your own tribe? How can you keep damaging this that is most dear to you? Don't you recall that you are part of this. How did you get a body? Mother Earth gave it to you. What air are you breathing? The air of the Amazon rainforest, the lungs of our dear mother.
Then how can you damage her? After all that is already present here, why would you keep killing. Don't you see that the money or wealth is not the true source of your happiness. The true source for your happiness is being together with your dear family and your friends. This is where it starts from.
We also need to come together as families and as one healthy planet. How to do this? Well, first, if you are damaging the real ancient peace-keepers in the forests, you are pretty much not welcome over here. Unless you stop, I kindly ask you to leave.
This is something that needs to be done. No matter how much imaginary money someone could lost, I do not care. Families are much more important than cars. Rainforests are much more important than glass buildings that online provide loneliness and a sense of always being a stranger.
You need to make your decision. Either stop acting in a damaging way towards our dear Mother Earth or leave this planet. This is it.
Taavi
Adventures the next morning in Goa and starting to come back...
Ok so the next morning I manage to get a on a bus towards a small town in Goa called Vasco da Gama. I go to that place and after some walking and searching I find an internet cafe'. But as it is early in the morning, the internet cafe' is not open yet. So I turn around the street corner and to the street next to the seaside for the next two hours or so. I sit on the seaside and basically meditate and wait for the internet cafe to open. Some locals approach me and ask questions and I talk to them nicely, some children as well, and they leave me alone when I say that I am simply waiting.
When the internet cafe' opens, I go there and I see that my aunt from Canada has sent me an e-mail. They had found out that I was in India (my mother probably told them) and she is a bit worried and asks about my education I think. I see it as a sign that it is time to turn back towards home a bit.
So I contact Piyush thru Facebook (I had met him in Pushkar and become friends) who lives in Jodhpur and ask if I can go there for a while. Luckily enough I had Facebook at that time, I almost deleted it in Pushkar but somehow the door of the internet cafe was closed when I wanted to do this so it did not happen. (Otherwise I could be a sage in Rishikesh or somewhere at the moment, I was planning to go to Varanasi and up on the river Ganges, leaving everything behind.)
I think Piyush was even online and replied quickly that of course he is waiting for me. I then tell him that I will start coming towards his direction and will be there as soon as I can or something like this. After this I quit the conversation and exit the internet cafe.
I then go on the street and use my last money I think for a ticket to Mumbai. Back to Mumbai, yay!! I think that first I might have had to go back to Madgaon... I am not sure, I don't remember all of this mess correctly. Anyway, I make some friends at the train station...
When the internet cafe' opens, I go there and I see that my aunt from Canada has sent me an e-mail. They had found out that I was in India (my mother probably told them) and she is a bit worried and asks about my education I think. I see it as a sign that it is time to turn back towards home a bit.
So I contact Piyush thru Facebook (I had met him in Pushkar and become friends) who lives in Jodhpur and ask if I can go there for a while. Luckily enough I had Facebook at that time, I almost deleted it in Pushkar but somehow the door of the internet cafe was closed when I wanted to do this so it did not happen. (Otherwise I could be a sage in Rishikesh or somewhere at the moment, I was planning to go to Varanasi and up on the river Ganges, leaving everything behind.)
I think Piyush was even online and replied quickly that of course he is waiting for me. I then tell him that I will start coming towards his direction and will be there as soon as I can or something like this. After this I quit the conversation and exit the internet cafe.
I then go on the street and use my last money I think for a ticket to Mumbai. Back to Mumbai, yay!! I think that first I might have had to go back to Madgaon... I am not sure, I don't remember all of this mess correctly. Anyway, I make some friends at the train station...
esmaspäev, 4. juuli 2016
How we created a beautiful dream for our world for the further development
When you get back to a point where the game was started, you will be asked questions about your game. At that point or on these levels, your game was created, after all. And in the world of games; your further progress will depend on the current point where you are in your evolution.
In these game-creation worlds, they simply look at the council or the sum of beings who are present and responsible or on a spiritually leading position at that point, and ask questions from him (or her, they, etc). It is not that they care about the good/evil or anything like that so much, they simply look at the situation as it is and ask: what do you think, what should this game become during the next cycle?
And whoever is present and responsible at that time on the corresponding dimensional level/leading position of the world will answer.
Now, I am pretty much like a volunteer/visitor around here. A warrior from a distant galaxy, you could call it. The grandmother lineage. But before I had asked this Rama guy thru Skype about his thoughts and what does he think about the world and all. We argued about whether or not one is creating his own reality, he said that it is not possible and I said that you can create whatever reality you wish for yourself. And he was playing a Japanese anime MMORPG and said that he would love if the world would be like that. I took it as a potential dream of his and remembered it.
Then, when the correct timeline lineage point appeared, I was given a grand responsibility as a child to speak, big forces were moving through me and let me decide the fate of this game. I pretty much spoke as a small child, as honestly as I could and proposed that we could be an MMORPG from now on. I had played Runescape in my teenage years (I still have the account) and I said that it could be something like that, bringing this game as an example. But I had gotten this idea or dream about our world being an MMORPG from this Rama guy.
It was not even about whether they accepted or not, it was like they asked from the high council present at this subsystem what to do. It was a free will. Whoever was at that high council simply said where to go next. But this time it was truly wonderful, only a small child from a distant galaxy present there at this place.
This means that we are starting out from a fresh, truly a new page of creative play. Lot of childlike purity and openness, I tried to make it as acceptable for the population as possible, the formula (MMORPG) as widely known and accepted as I could, given the current technological situation and everything. We already have Facebook so we can very easily take it from there. It is already happening, folks.
If you look it from a soldier perspective or a company, I was simply doing my job. I did what I had to do, it was rather unique and amazing, but I was conscious and I knew pretty well what it was about. (This does not mean that I saw too much what was happening around me in other areas.)
For us (the game master realms) it is not so much about good or evil but more like about the awesomeness or excitement of the game itself. How exciting is it to live it and play it? How challenging? Suchness or howness of the game and characters is something that is noticed around here.
Have a good new moon :)
Taavi
In these game-creation worlds, they simply look at the council or the sum of beings who are present and responsible or on a spiritually leading position at that point, and ask questions from him (or her, they, etc). It is not that they care about the good/evil or anything like that so much, they simply look at the situation as it is and ask: what do you think, what should this game become during the next cycle?
And whoever is present and responsible at that time on the corresponding dimensional level/leading position of the world will answer.
Now, I am pretty much like a volunteer/visitor around here. A warrior from a distant galaxy, you could call it. The grandmother lineage. But before I had asked this Rama guy thru Skype about his thoughts and what does he think about the world and all. We argued about whether or not one is creating his own reality, he said that it is not possible and I said that you can create whatever reality you wish for yourself. And he was playing a Japanese anime MMORPG and said that he would love if the world would be like that. I took it as a potential dream of his and remembered it.
Then, when the correct timeline lineage point appeared, I was given a grand responsibility as a child to speak, big forces were moving through me and let me decide the fate of this game. I pretty much spoke as a small child, as honestly as I could and proposed that we could be an MMORPG from now on. I had played Runescape in my teenage years (I still have the account) and I said that it could be something like that, bringing this game as an example. But I had gotten this idea or dream about our world being an MMORPG from this Rama guy.
It was not even about whether they accepted or not, it was like they asked from the high council present at this subsystem what to do. It was a free will. Whoever was at that high council simply said where to go next. But this time it was truly wonderful, only a small child from a distant galaxy present there at this place.
This means that we are starting out from a fresh, truly a new page of creative play. Lot of childlike purity and openness, I tried to make it as acceptable for the population as possible, the formula (MMORPG) as widely known and accepted as I could, given the current technological situation and everything. We already have Facebook so we can very easily take it from there. It is already happening, folks.
If you look it from a soldier perspective or a company, I was simply doing my job. I did what I had to do, it was rather unique and amazing, but I was conscious and I knew pretty well what it was about. (This does not mean that I saw too much what was happening around me in other areas.)
For us (the game master realms) it is not so much about good or evil but more like about the awesomeness or excitement of the game itself. How exciting is it to live it and play it? How challenging? Suchness or howness of the game and characters is something that is noticed around here.
Have a good new moon :)
Taavi
laupäev, 2. juuli 2016
Continuing with the story
Last paragraphs I wrote on June 18th and it went like this:
""""
He offers me his service and says that it would be like few hundred rupis or 600 rupis for each stone that he finds from my ears. I tell him that I only have 400 rupis but anyway he then starts with the service. He indeed finds some stones from my ears (or did he make a trick by holding them in his hand?). But he makes my ears clean nad when he sees that I really don't have much money, he only takes like 100 rupis or something and we leave each other thankfully.
Now as it is morning time I am hungry and move towards to the palm trees where I had seen the ice-cream-selling young man the last day.
""""
They are again there and the ice-cream seller calls me, we start to talk and there's another ice-cream seller and an older, mid-age woman, sitting under a palm tree and selling clothes to the tourists. They work for the local restaurant at the beach I think. I start to talk with them and the woman is very kind, she asks me why I am there and I tell that I am looking for work. They ask me when did I eat the last time? And I say like two days ago and that's also why I am looking for work.
They understand and they don't like it a little bit and are a bit surprised that I sleep on the beach and haven't eaten the last day. And yes, fortunately the woman is very kind and offers me food (rice and sauce from the local restaurant) that would be their lunch, they share their lunch with me.
She also tells me that maybe they need a server guy to the restaurant and I could work there and that she could talk to the boss soon. I'm like: yes, why not, I could work in that restaurant for like two months until my visa ends. Finally a place to stay at or something.
But then when the boss comes I am pretty much sleeping under the palm tree and he's like no way they're gonna take this guy who's just laying down and resting and doing nothing. Then the woman who sells clothes gets a sudden inspiration and me too at the same time, it's like we shared the same thought and she said it out.
She says that why not should I go to the Goa airport and ask them if they can take me to Europe. Immideately we start to make a plan and things start moving. Meanwhile also an older tourist woman comes and I share a bit of my adventures and she asks how much money I have and I say like 200 rupis or something and she says that it would not get me very far. She then gives me 500 rupis and leaves.
Then the cloth-selling woman gets a bit suspicious and there was also another plan in the making, she asked me if I would like to beg at that place and give some of the money to them. But I'm like: I don't want to beg there, it's against my ethics or something.
Then we start to move and I go together with the two ice-cream-selling guys out on the road. Then the couple who was at the beach also arrives and the girl smiles to me, laughing at my sunburnt face and joyous smile. Then we start with the caravan and I go between the two ice-cream sellers, both have a small cart that they push or pull together with them. One is ahead like 50m and the other is behind me. Full escort.
It is very hot on the asphalt barefoot and soon they make a stop and try to buy me sandals, but the number is way too small (mine is 47.5 EU or 13 US) and they cannot get it. So we walk on and soon we need to make a stop, because there's a Bollywood scene filming going on and they are filming a scene where a white open pick-up car is arriving and the guys are coming out. They film it like two times and then we can pass and continue with our glorious walk.
They take me to the local bus stop and the bus is going to Goa airport stop. It was a wonderful bus, having written BABY JESUS on it. There are many holy buses in India, but this one was especially dear to me. I go in and when I stand the ceiling is way too low and I have to pretty much bow with my head to the ceiling. But the BABY JESUS bus was so cute and I felt so safe and protected.
When we get back to Goa airport, of course I attempt to enter barefoot, but they don't let me in and ask for a ticket. Of course I don't have it bought and then I go outside and attempt to buy it. There are like stalls and I'm like: How much is a ticket to Europe? I see on the back screen that they have a flight to London going on and I'm like: How much is it? And she says to me: only business class is available. And I'm like: ok, how much is it? She says: 88,000 rupis.
Then there's already the security guys coming and telling that if I don't have the money I should go. They also say that if I have no friends there I should go to the embassy. I am like full of devotion and say: Then I'm gonna find some friends around here! But I don't want to argue there too much anymore and they show me the way to the police stand that is next to airport. I go there and they say that tomorrow there's a bus leaving to the bigger town, I don't remember the name, but it was Portuguese, where in the old times they came in and conquered the place and brought in christianity or something.
I say yes yes, to them, tomorrow. And then I wander around the airport, outside, barefoot, with a bag filled with old dirty clothers. Luckily they have a bar open or an eating place for soldiers, and there are many army guys there sitting around and enjoying their meal. I also order some food and drink water or something.
Then I go to the toilet place and I pay him and I get to the toilet and even to the shower if I remember correctly. He asks me for more money for a tip and I give him more than he asked, just to make him happier. He is indeed happy and I ask him if I can sleep there but it is next to airport and I see that it would be problems for him. (He had a room next to the toilets where he could sleep when guarding at night.)
But I talk to the police and all and it is ok and there's like a higher place between the toilets and the airport, and I spend my night sleeping up there on a stone higher wall-like platform. There are some rats and cats around but they don't disturb me. The police says that it is ok and I can spend my night there.
Then in the morning of course I don't go to the embassy but continue to the bigger town with a bus and take it from there.
""""
He offers me his service and says that it would be like few hundred rupis or 600 rupis for each stone that he finds from my ears. I tell him that I only have 400 rupis but anyway he then starts with the service. He indeed finds some stones from my ears (or did he make a trick by holding them in his hand?). But he makes my ears clean nad when he sees that I really don't have much money, he only takes like 100 rupis or something and we leave each other thankfully.
Now as it is morning time I am hungry and move towards to the palm trees where I had seen the ice-cream-selling young man the last day.
""""
They are again there and the ice-cream seller calls me, we start to talk and there's another ice-cream seller and an older, mid-age woman, sitting under a palm tree and selling clothes to the tourists. They work for the local restaurant at the beach I think. I start to talk with them and the woman is very kind, she asks me why I am there and I tell that I am looking for work. They ask me when did I eat the last time? And I say like two days ago and that's also why I am looking for work.
They understand and they don't like it a little bit and are a bit surprised that I sleep on the beach and haven't eaten the last day. And yes, fortunately the woman is very kind and offers me food (rice and sauce from the local restaurant) that would be their lunch, they share their lunch with me.
She also tells me that maybe they need a server guy to the restaurant and I could work there and that she could talk to the boss soon. I'm like: yes, why not, I could work in that restaurant for like two months until my visa ends. Finally a place to stay at or something.
But then when the boss comes I am pretty much sleeping under the palm tree and he's like no way they're gonna take this guy who's just laying down and resting and doing nothing. Then the woman who sells clothes gets a sudden inspiration and me too at the same time, it's like we shared the same thought and she said it out.
She says that why not should I go to the Goa airport and ask them if they can take me to Europe. Immideately we start to make a plan and things start moving. Meanwhile also an older tourist woman comes and I share a bit of my adventures and she asks how much money I have and I say like 200 rupis or something and she says that it would not get me very far. She then gives me 500 rupis and leaves.
Then the cloth-selling woman gets a bit suspicious and there was also another plan in the making, she asked me if I would like to beg at that place and give some of the money to them. But I'm like: I don't want to beg there, it's against my ethics or something.
Then we start to move and I go together with the two ice-cream-selling guys out on the road. Then the couple who was at the beach also arrives and the girl smiles to me, laughing at my sunburnt face and joyous smile. Then we start with the caravan and I go between the two ice-cream sellers, both have a small cart that they push or pull together with them. One is ahead like 50m and the other is behind me. Full escort.
It is very hot on the asphalt barefoot and soon they make a stop and try to buy me sandals, but the number is way too small (mine is 47.5 EU or 13 US) and they cannot get it. So we walk on and soon we need to make a stop, because there's a Bollywood scene filming going on and they are filming a scene where a white open pick-up car is arriving and the guys are coming out. They film it like two times and then we can pass and continue with our glorious walk.
They take me to the local bus stop and the bus is going to Goa airport stop. It was a wonderful bus, having written BABY JESUS on it. There are many holy buses in India, but this one was especially dear to me. I go in and when I stand the ceiling is way too low and I have to pretty much bow with my head to the ceiling. But the BABY JESUS bus was so cute and I felt so safe and protected.
When we get back to Goa airport, of course I attempt to enter barefoot, but they don't let me in and ask for a ticket. Of course I don't have it bought and then I go outside and attempt to buy it. There are like stalls and I'm like: How much is a ticket to Europe? I see on the back screen that they have a flight to London going on and I'm like: How much is it? And she says to me: only business class is available. And I'm like: ok, how much is it? She says: 88,000 rupis.
Then there's already the security guys coming and telling that if I don't have the money I should go. They also say that if I have no friends there I should go to the embassy. I am like full of devotion and say: Then I'm gonna find some friends around here! But I don't want to argue there too much anymore and they show me the way to the police stand that is next to airport. I go there and they say that tomorrow there's a bus leaving to the bigger town, I don't remember the name, but it was Portuguese, where in the old times they came in and conquered the place and brought in christianity or something.
I say yes yes, to them, tomorrow. And then I wander around the airport, outside, barefoot, with a bag filled with old dirty clothers. Luckily they have a bar open or an eating place for soldiers, and there are many army guys there sitting around and enjoying their meal. I also order some food and drink water or something.
Then I go to the toilet place and I pay him and I get to the toilet and even to the shower if I remember correctly. He asks me for more money for a tip and I give him more than he asked, just to make him happier. He is indeed happy and I ask him if I can sleep there but it is next to airport and I see that it would be problems for him. (He had a room next to the toilets where he could sleep when guarding at night.)
But I talk to the police and all and it is ok and there's like a higher place between the toilets and the airport, and I spend my night sleeping up there on a stone higher wall-like platform. There are some rats and cats around but they don't disturb me. The police says that it is ok and I can spend my night there.
Then in the morning of course I don't go to the embassy but continue to the bigger town with a bus and take it from there.
small update
The money situation, I got a temporary fast solution, should be ok until end of September when the next salary will probably arrive.
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