The world was orange and turquoise, sunlight playing on labradorite. There was a man in front of a canvas, painting an ever-changing field - wheat, poppies, sunflowers. Van Gogh at work. Orange and turquoise, again. Next, I was in a museum. It was quite dark, but there was an illuminated sphere in the middle of … Continue reading Orange and Turquoise
Standing at a deep well with the Siberian man, I could see metallic steps leading to the crystal clear water below. We started to go down. The stairs were rusty, rough and cold to the touch. Some of the wall was covered with moss. We went deeper and deeper, then entered the water and started to sink. We did not stop.
I was at the seaside. The water took the form of a woman, just like me. She approached, smiling. We held hands, staring into each other. And she fell back into the sea. Then came the Siberian man, wearing a mantle decorated with translucent-golden bee wings. "But aren't bees feminine?" - I asked him. He … Continue reading Consciousness
There were two big bodies of water that met in a single line, but they did not mingle. As if there was a piece of glass between them... but no. I could see the arms and legs of a woman dancing, but could not see her face or torso, she herself was the line dividing … Continue reading Planting
I turned back to the woman, but she looked older now, around my age. I must have made a mistake a minute before. She looked at me for a second, then turned back to the sea. I watched the water, too, and the sky, and the flowers rocking in the wind. When I turned back to her again, she seemed to be in her fifties. I realized she was ageing in front of my eyes.
Feeling is remembering. However powerful emotions are, you must flow with the here and now when you remember, don't let yourself be transported and stuck somewhere else. Otherwise there is never a here and now. You always only half-perceive, you fill in the rest with feelings, thoughts and intuition. You must try to perceive as raw as you can, stay with it, don't take leaps.
Next, I was with the Siberian man, we were at sea, going very fast in his boat. At one point, there came a huge wave, but instead of pouring down on us, it stopped and stood still, I could feel some of the water as vapour on my skin.