Personal Meyland

 I missed this and I don't really now how to start.  I really wanted to bring a bit of light here as the week is just starting and the previous one had its bits of magic to bring along. Love. We have the power to transform everyone aroud us in the same frequency through that lenguage. Of course, there is people who need to learn to speak and understand that lenguage. Some are really far out, others in between. The rest, well, I believe in constant learning. Once passed the dark night of the soul, which is different for everyone, the time comes to realize that you have to care for your personal space. The bad that happened to you was coming indirectly from you not caring about the respect needed. It's not the need to be in guard all the time but to gently show that you respect yourself and that you are not afraid of anything. Why? Because once you have the power to change your reaction to outcomes, you can transfigurate your whole power to speak freely and connect. Respect is t...

  I am not gonna get instructions coming from blocked people anymore, just don't. Imagine a situation in which you just get your ears unblocked and meet others that cannot hear, so they ask you, shouting, that you should block them a bit so that you all shout at each other and keep being noisy and scattered minded. That was the situation I came from. An ambient full of half people in denial and the other half being a workaholic for the mere responsibility of having to feed so many dependant mouths. So that would end up getting the person a bit frustrated because what was fun at the beginning, now it's a necessity. I was raised in that environment. My sister was too. And even though it took me time to realize that I did not have to prove my value according to my studies and grades and what I was aiming to work as, I saw that my people did not overcome that initial state. It's like grabbing a truck full of shit that needs to be thrown somewhere else but the truck driver got i...

This text I am showing is an internal conversation with myself in which I am writing the ideas as fast as my mind think them. It's the second time I do this experiment and it amaze me more and more everytime because it releases inner ideas that I always had but they were hidden and forbidden to get out. Well, now it's time to release them freely and for sure they will lack power now that they don't haunt me anymore. Enjoy the experiment. <<   Night of the 12/5/20 Please, just tell me I didn't die months ago and I am now in 'what sort of world' chilling with you. I never felt this way, so happy and full. I never thought I could feel this way or be with somebody this way. And my mind keeps going back to the idea that I am imagining it. That I am still in a dream in which I cannot get to wake up. I'm drugged, I know, but I feel as I entered another world or a game, where I play a person that it feels different, superior. And it's choosing th...

Looking at the past I realized I don’t know me. I tried to be someone in the search of looking for myself but I didn’t actually fit well in that shape. Is like trying to get yourself in a dress that it feels weird in some parts of your body but you don’t know how to fix it. This time is being a huge opportunity for me to listen more carefully to what my instinct is telling me, my heart and my head. They don’t always agree but ultimately they are guiding me in the same direction. There are no opposite forces that pull me in different directions, creation different sides of myself. And maybe there are different sides of myself but now they are calmer and more aligned. Part of it I believe is because I committed to my dreams. I stopped my life for weeks even if I already knew my path to follow but I tended to look back in order to reinforce my decision. It feels right but still, it is not the only thing I need to do and the point of slowing down and listening and learning it...

No hay sitio hoy para rimas porque la cruda realidad no siempre puede ser embellecida. Y hoy es uno es de esos días agridulces en los que siento el vacío certero de la estupidez humada:   Huyendo de la soledad nos encontramos, para ir separándonos ante el primer atisbo de defecto, Y de esta forma el círculo se acorta, cada vez más, y volvemos al retorno que se creyó atrás. Y las puñaladas se hacen presentes, mientras las palabras de ayuda y consejo se esconden para evitar mayores daños... disculpa que dude. Desde años atrás he visto como por competencia se pisaban los unos a los otros. ¿Amistad para qué? Total, somos personas que coincidimos en un lugar nuevo y aunque en otro ámbito no conectaríamos, aquí lo hacemos por evitar la soledad, mientras con la otra mano manejamos las cosas para "ayudar", arrebatando lo que una persona nueva quiso.  Cada uno escribe su historia sólo, esa es la pura verdad. Y quien se ofrezca a ayudarte para luego dejarte en la estac...