“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.”

-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin-

Recently people have asked me if I’m fine. Are you ok? You doing all right?

Yes. I’m fine, ok and all right. In fact I’m finer than fine, more ok than not, and ridiculously all right.

At the moment I’m in a mind boggling process of transcending my spiritual self, pushing the limits of surpassing my goals and possibilities.

“How Oprah of you” may some say. But the great thing about this development is the fact that I don’t pay any attention to what opinions people have in this matter. All that people should care about is that I’m trying to be a better person, a better me. Which means that you have a nicer “me” to deal with.

I’m in the process of joining the biggest, scariest and esoteric sect there is:

My Head and Heart.

Don’t worry; I’m not asking you to join this chaos, but maybe experience and observe some sort of cosmological mirroring, void of tunnel vision, that might emerge through a black hole.

“Make sure you put your own mask on before helping others.”

How enthralling this may seem to people…

And it is…

Enthralling.

“Honor the space between no longer and not yet.” -Nancy Levin

“All great changes are preceded by chaos.” -Deepak Chopra

Some people say that change is as good as a rest. But what if change is the embryonic point of departure and rest may be the destination? Is it about eventually seeing the light? Is the road to it represented by soldiering through the endless trenches of despair, hatred, and feelings of loss? Or have we acted in certain ways that have truncated our existence by not allowing ourselves to embrace the knowledge and actions of transition? Is the journey a series of perpetual car crashes? Are we heading for the burning crater or the iceberg?

Sometimes I wish I had the answers to every interrogation in this cross-examining head of mine.

So, as I don’t; over to you…

“It doesn’t matter how strong your opinions are. If you don’t use your power for positive change, you are indeed part of the problem.” -Coretta Scott King

Bette Midler once shared that we can fly higher than an eagle as long as we have someone being the wind beneath our wings.

That is an amazing thought, and I do believe that we all need someone to make us able to soar gracefully every now and then.

Someone once said that falling down is an accident, but staying down is a choice. Let’s face it; we all fall from time to time. But as in any lesson in life we have to learn how to fall.

Is falling just a different way of flying?

In Phenomenology we learn that we see things from our own experience, and the meaning we find in this experience, thus meaning that what seems true to me, is de facto the truth, and not de jure.

But what if we have a broken wing? Or if it has been ripped off? What do we do then to be able to fly, soar, ascend, descend….

A balloon? Filled up with something that sometimes makes us hear funny voices.

So what about the balloon? For how long will it keep us afloat? Will the invisible substance within it disappear? Will it deflate?

We may slowly start to descend, but we have the choice to inflate another balloon. We also have the choice to ask someone to inflate it for us.

You wouldn’t believe what people will do for you. If you let them.

Growing older is not for the faint hearted; and people’s approach to the matter varies; from aging gracefully, to aging gracefully.

Ok, so I’ve used the same expression twice, in something that should be each other’s counterparts, being in juxtaposition. So, what’s up with that?

“Oh, you shouldn’t wear that, you’re far too old for that.”

“Oooooh, you still want to be a dance teacher? Shouldn’t you consider a real job at your age?”

“This a proper party, you mustn’t say inappropriate things.”

Nonsense: I wear what hell I like, like it or just turn your head. I think I look nice.

I’m a dance teacher which means passion for movement, music and people.

Attending a proper and posh party where, quite frankly people misbehave grossly, due to the fact that they act a part that isn’t themselves. Now that’s sad. At these sort of parties I have the urge to say: “This food is sooo good that I embrace the thought of pooing later” and let rip of a real big fart. (I have actually done that once, great fun.)

Sometimes I question the need we have to have opinions about things that are so unimportant and pointless. Why do some people have to comment about my attire? I think I look nice. Why should I reject the dancer in me because of my age? Why can’t we be who we are, and accept other people as they are, regardless of which frock, body and beliefs they possess?

I still say to myself, and think you all should think the same:

“What other people in the world think of you is none of your business”

“You are entirely up to you! Pose the way you like!”

….o pastinaca.

Ridiculously pointless, or…?

I just read in the newspapers about allowing people to flag the rainbow 🌈 flag on the Norwegian flag flying days.

There are sooooo many against it. And I guess I know why. The colourful flag is going to seize the whole human race, the gay lobby is at war and will subsequently take over the world. We will force children to breathe Julie Andrews, Barbra Streisand, Adam Lambert, and violently discard decent people like Tom Cruise, Ivanka Trump, or the pastor of the Westboro Baptist Church; blessed by (some) (God) (or other).

Several parsnips and one carrot.

I was always the carrot, and the righteous moralists were the parsnips. I feel no trauma, no hate nor sorrow, I am absolutely fine.

But your son/daughter/uncle/aunt/grandma/grandpa/friend/for, etc may not be.

Just give them a fucking flag. 🌈

And come on. The world’s not going to end. On the contrary; it will prosper; because of your willingness to join the army of love and compassion.

And yes, I will flag the Norwegian flag on the 17th of May, and fly the Sami- and the Rainbow flag next to it!

Because they all represent me.

…or the Middle East.

What came first? The Chick or the Cleg?

So. It’s burning again. In the crib and bosom of JC. Cribs and bosoms are meant to be safe havens, but yet again politics and religion are overruling the woman, the man, the child, the animal, the safety, the love in this festering place we call home.

Baba Yaga, the child eating witch is back, feasting on children, devouring the flesh of people, gnawing the bones of our family, just like the serpent Nidhogg chomping away on Yggdrasil, the tree of life. No water will melt this old hag, she won’t vanish into thin air.

We live. And learn. Absolutely Nothing. We sit. And watch. And condemn. And pray.

But let’s face it; watching, condemning, and praying is totally useless. It doesn’t DO anything. It makes the people who watch, condemn, and pray feel better about themselves, but it does nothing. “You’re in my prayers darling.” Well, fat lot of good that will do. Ta very muchly, for nothing.

They’re looking into the Gorgon’s eyes. They turn to stone. And shatter. They may not even see the eyes before the explosion hits. But no matter, they go out with a bang. And who doesn’t want to go out with a bang?

But did you know that Baba Yaga is also considered to be the caring Mother of the Forest? Did you know that Medusa was beautiful before she got raped by Poseidon and turned into a figure of horror by the Goddess Athena? No wonder she sought revenge… I would.

Causality! It’s all about cause and effect! Someone triggers something. It will cause an effect. And that effect may very well be a tragic outcome of some nations need to dominate and to execute their “besserwisser”-attitude.

Don’t watch. Don’t condemn. And don’t pray.

Just DO! NOW!

Don’t forget that leaves fall off and regrow. We all have the power and possibility to regenerate and rejuvenate.

Roots-Trunk-Branches-Leaves. What are you? Branch? And what am I? Leaf? What defines you where you are, when, at what time, in which place, in what context, with whom and in what state?

And when does ancest-tree become bigot-tree? Do we use our evolution of heritage, culture and personal opinions as a self righteous justification of an alleged freedom of speech? Does that mean that you can say whatever, whenever you want, in whichever way, to whoever, with any chosen intent?

Is that what freedom to express yourself means? Is freedom of speech meant to be void of harmful intentions? Or, on the contrary: have we now cracked the code to hurt others by using a nicely and politically painted tapestry to hide behind? How transparent is your tapestry?

Everything grows, everything peaks and eventually dies. We can all grow, peak and prosper in our own glory by coexisting with love, respect, empathy, with all that live around us.

But don’t forget that cancer grows rapidly in living organisms. Our bodies may need chemotherapy and may not recover, but your mind can figure it out itself. However, it’s so much better to use each other’s affection and tolerance as chemo.

“That’s how it has always been and always will be.” I beg to differ. Things can change. That’s why the word “change” exists.

Being in total darkness doesn’t mean that there aren’t occasional streaks of light and illumination. Being void of light doesn’t mean that you succumb to darkness. Sometimes it means freedom.

Freedom to think, to contemplate, to disregard everyone else’s opinions and righteousness. Bliss huh?

Gotta quote her again that wonderful Madame Martha G:

“What People in the world think of You is really none of your business.” Atta guurl.

Darkness never blinds you, but light does…so Carol Anne, don’t listen to the voice in your head! Listen to mama

Let me be clear: I’m not against anyone’s beliefs or convictions; I have no right to judge anyone. I’m merely questioning some people’s own convictions to decide what other people must believe in. What one should accept or condone; what is forced upon someone to be right or morally wrong.

But sometimes one has to tell each other what is acceptable; what is the right thing to do.

Doing nothing and accepting everything is in my opinion worse than to do nothing and to accept nothing.

Sometimes however, the thing to do is nothing, accept everything…

…and expect nothing.

And there’s a full moon tonight…

And you don’t have to believe in order to see.

And sometimes Paradise has no apples… but if it has; look to Newton: It may fall on your head.

We all wear masks. Hiding or accentuating how true or untrue we are.

I wore a mask in my early years and I dreaded the fact that someone would find out that I was queer. Is this in any form unusual? Absolutely not. There are so many of us, and by that I don’t talk only about sexuality or gender issues.

Everyone has issues in some form, whether it be sexuality, religion, beliefs, skin colour, social status, etc.

And my earlier worries are small right now, compared to how my black friend’s perpetual situation is.

Why do we stand still and stay passive? Some of us don’t. My friend Lotus is out there, demonstrating peacefully for Black Lives Matter in Oakland. She is a force to be reckoned with, and things are being dealt with. I really want this work to continue. I think she should run for President.

And let us put it this way! Black Lives Matter. Leave the “all lives matter,” gay lives matter,” old people’s lives matter.” We have to focus on ONE thing at the time. And right NOW, we have to join our black brothers and sisters, because that’s what we are: Family.

To those who claim that there’s so-called reversed racism…ok, fair enough, but reversed and opposed racism…to and for what? All of us? IT MATTERS NOT RIGHT NOW!

Let’s get some perspective people! We’re all in the same boat, and why do we have to annihilate each other like in “Independence Day?”

A lot of my black friends in America and the rest of the world, feel like they should wear a white mask every day, in order to not get harassed, not to be stopped on every corner, having their pockets checked, worrying about experiencing the same fate as George Floyd or Breonna Taylor, and God knows what else.

We need to feel connected.

“That’s all” (Miranda Priestley)