Train of Thought
I invite you to join me on an ephemeral journey. Jump on this train of thought, which just arrived now. We will travel it without worrying about its destination, only with certain certainty / hope that the trip will be worth it one way or another. Faith in destiny. It reminds me of the time I was driving in Holland with a friend, returning from visiting an intentional community in Germany, when at a gas station a young man asked me if he could come. When I asked him where he was going, he told me that he didn't know, that he had no destination. I was very surprised by this, I have never encountered anything like this before. Eventually, I invited him to the intentional community where I lived on the border of Germany and Holland, near the Rhine River. I was the volunteer coordinator and told him he could volunteer for as long as he wanted. He would work 6 hours a day for 5 days a week in exchange for room and board. Still, he was a bit skeptical. He ended up staying there for over a year and made many lasting friendships and learned a lot about himself, and we are still friends to this day.
What also comes to mind is a 19-year-old German man I met in Auroville, India, where I volunteered at an intentional community called Sadhana Forest, which was on the outskirts of Auroville, an international spiritual community created around 1970. He had just completed a few months walking around India with no money. He was very full of light and strength. Everything had gone well for him.
Really relinquishing control can be hard to do and get into a train of thought with me, not knowing that the destination is much easier than the 2 examples above you should think. So far the train has only gone backwards as the 2 stories are from the past. Now we must return to this very moment and perhaps look out the windows. I must say look as the windows just go further in and don't look at all.
Since I am a multidimensional creature, there are too many levels for me to meet them all. It's similar to trying to hear 2 people talking at the same time, it's impossible. Our brains are limited in this way, otherwise they could be having many conversations at the same time. Instead, people have to wait their turn to speak, even though many interrupt without much conscience or remorse.
I have a friend who gets upset every time he interrupts him. I like to think that it's not an interruption, it's an interjection. But that distinction may be too subtle for you to care.
Marshall Rosenberg, the late founder of nonviolent communication (cnvc.org) would always say that one should interrupt the moment someone is talking more than he would like. I like that idea. I even like to interrupt myself, like now... we interrupt this monologue to announce that the river has overflowed and the tree house is floating. I hope I can find my giant rubber ducky, so I can stay afloat. Things were very nice, and now I am fighting for my life. It is a miracle that I can continue writing.
The line of thought is going up the mountain, leaving the rushing river behind. It has saved me from being swept away and becoming another creepy piece of debris, or wreckage all twisted and creepy. This line of thought rescued me at the last moment. My body remains alive, dry and vital. Now, I think I'll get out of here and take a walk in these mountains and spend some time without experiencing any thoughts, if I can. Life is so exciting, scary and full of emotions, even when you are sitting alone in bed. We remind you to join me, or just keep riding until you find the urge to leave. Bye.
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