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I have never told you about that trip to Pokhara. The Secret City was called once... I took a bus from Kathmandu. A cheap one, a local. The road was sooo bad that the bus was jumping all the way long. You were looking down - chaos. You were looking up - massive, extremely high mountains. The Himalayas Yeah, now actually, I am, far away... Far away from what? I look at the reflection in the window. Who are you? Your true self, she says... You find yourself when you lose yourself, - remember?   "Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey..."  - Lord Byron The bus stops. We wait hours and hours. What happened? I need to pee. It's night. I go out with an Estonian girl - the only tourist on the local bus! We walk in the rain among cars and people. A big truck upside-down. And many cars, too. 100 meters in front of us. "The road falls from the rain..." "What?" "Yeah, pieces of the road just collapse all the time... We are very lucky....

      photo © AlkistisVoulgari ... and there comes a moment when your human nature merges with the divine, and that moment determines the rest of your life. What is now power, satisfaction, or success for most people means the exact opposite to you. And where can you go, since you don’t belong here, and your true nature kicks out like a wild horse when a bridle is put on it? You could retaliate when you’re wronged, but you don’t. Deep down, you know what divine justice is—how relentless, how forceful...  And in truth, you suffer for those who have wronged you. You want to use your power, but it has no apparent strength in this world. Here, the soul is mocked as a limited theory of dreamers. Here, only what translates into money, projection and followers survives. I have no good news. Perhaps true darkness will defeat false light. ~ ~ ~  ... και υπάρχει μια στιγμή που η ανθρώπινη φύση σου ενώνεται με τη θεϊκή και αυτή η στιγμή καθορίζει όλη τη μετέπειτα ζωή σου....