EVERY BREATHE YOU TAKE

Every Breathe You Take

The music was absent In my life for many months.

I opened a playlist curated by a friend of mine and somehow it continues to play, even though my phone is not here.

Same with the friend who curated it, not here, yet still playing.

I gave the phone away to spend the weekend in silence reflecting on what is it that I really want?

The music knocked me of my feet.

It reminds me of very special moments.

Moments spent knowing what I love most.

God.

I came out of the infinity clinic this morning.

I received some ozone therapy.

Apparently my blood is not transporting enough oxygen.

It's kind of hilarious, considering that I feel fully alive and breathing,

All I've been doing is focusing on my breath,

studying the ancient knowledge of pranayam.

Kriya teachings that saved my life and continue to enhance it in all

possible ways.

Anger appeared within my body this morning.

I felt overwhelmed.

This situation I found myself in, even though I am aware it is just a fleeting moment, annoyed me.

Another moment in time that is never going to come back, why would I waste it on anger ?

Utter nonsense.

I wanted to record a lecture for my friends.

Maybe even for some people that I don't know. 

I realised that my mind works in a peculiar way. 

Even if I tried giving it a title, I would fail.

The Grace of God is what can be said about what I have to say.

There is this book being written.

I am that book. 

I am writing myself every day.

I am rewriting myself every day.

It is not an easy task.

The world does not have much compassion for people who lost their mind or died.

The first ones usually get lost and locked in an institution.

The second type gets to be buried under the ground in peace.

I wonder, what happens to people who both lost their mind and died and then came back?

Like me.

People who question everything. 

Who get to see the other side, who get to experience a nature of reality in non average ways.

This society scheme does not have much compassion for that.

You are expected to get back to whoever you were before.

To perform all your earthly duties in the way you were taught to perform them.

The world of people around you doesn't really know how to deal with you.

You are this freak.

You scared everyone.

They didn't know what to do with you.

What to think about this.

You not only didn't die, you got out of the hospital, and now you are a functioning member of community.

So off you go, being normal again.

What if that's not possible?

What if it takes longer?

What if you will never be the same again? 

I am sitting on a floor of an apartment in Istanbul.

Overlooking the beautiful Bosphorus.

The altar with photos of my gurus is in front of me.

They don't have much compassion for me either these days.

They reached the level of understanding that allows them to be equanimous.

They know that I am just going through a phase that is necessary for me to take the next steps towards my destiny.

They are waiting patiently for me to get my shit together and center myself.

They know that I know that they know that I am sitting here as a result of a choice.

I was forced into this situation because someone else was frightened,  so here I am.

I could have stood still and stayed in Ibiza in January and just wait doing what I love most.

Hiking, swimming, meditating, practicing yoga, living in a community of incredible friends.

All equally brilliant, open minded, loving and caring.

I followed the path of my heart that told me I should be with my daughter, so I came here. 

A big part of me does not accept my current circumstances.

I do not feel well being here.

I do not wish to live in a big city. 

I've been studying the nature of reality and I am beginning to understand that nothing is as it seems.

That so called  ¨Material Reality is neither material nor real.

Our bodies run a game and we have very little chance of rebelling against it. 

If I was recording a message to my best friend or even to my daughter,

because this would be the last thing that stays with them, this is what I would say:

Breath is a language.

The way you breathe, which is probably incorrect, is a way of direct communication with the divine.

It's a sacred language.

A very complex system of information and feedback loop where your breath and the alteration of it signals to your body that you embarked on a certain path.

It's a secret code.

God that lives inside of you and nowhere else

(everywhere else at the same time) receives an information that

certain knowledge can be revealed to you based on how accurately you practice.

During the pranayam, your whole system gets rewired and chakras become aligned.

Your nadis are going to open and more information can be released from the chakras where it is stored.

Most of us breathe through our mouth.

Mistake. Just ask James Nestor or Emma

It's a good practice to start sealing your mouth with surgical tape when you are asleep.

I have reasons to believe that open mouth is inviting inside much more than causes of bad breath and dental cavities.

When you breathe out and that breath is connected with a thought, you release a geometric pattern into the universe,

creating new universe with that.

With every breath you take and every breath you give away,

universes get built and destroyed. 

Quality of your thoughts determines quality of your life.

Everything has a pattern. 

Everything is a pattern.

Everything IS.

You ARE.

You are everything.

Wake up.

Or don´t.

It´s such a beautiful dream.

I love You.

CONFIA EN TI.