What's in a name, anyways?

Mood: restless
Book: YPA
Music: Do it - Sunday Drivers

"Never heard from you "I'm doing fine" You get depressed or you are on cloud nine"

Order surpasses structure, phonetics does not provide a sweet, chipper ring to it, the ending is weak whilst it starts strong, just by chance.

So, whenever you need to make decisions, there's some inflexion in there that it is directly linked to how your name sounds, plus all those other aspects that convey a name.
It'd be appropriate to discern what is it that you want, from you to you or to the world and universe, for you or others...
When you're little things are simpler, they're natural. Situations and events fill stories and the spirit with energy, whenever you get to see yourself, in remembrance, hanging from the tree, they still are... the pain and the suffering are coped differently.

Leaving aside adult arrogance, it is complex in itself, being happy with a balanced vision of life, being all-out effort, in order to achieve a balanced life.
We must try harder.

Loyalties are weaker by the minute, and not from others to you, but from you to yourself, we're sure there's somewhat a scanty set of nuances that display your commitment.

Saving energy, organising yourself... trusting yourself, in the name you give away...

But...

What's in a name, anyway? Does a name define you? Does it change who you are? or whatever you're not...
We can improve anyways, for we're all made of stardust, and at some point, we shall return to the origin of things, where life will be what it was supposed to be, what it was intended to be, embraced by water... we're protectors, after all, dragons of the skies and earth.

Once in this lifetime...

So forget about the sociocultural pain, the feeling of unfitness, the mockery, the battery of mistreatment in and out of every school or social gathering... forget about history. You're doing fine, because your name starts strong, and, the ending is weaker, now, go on and try to finish everything when you start...

Duties - Once upon a clow...

Mood: I'm okay... we're okay.
Book: YPA
Music: Una volta ancora

Sometimes in life, you must defend your beliefs, it is inevitable.

People will attack your beliefs, make you feel they are not worth anything, but they are worth the world.

There are duties and responsibilities in our lives that we cannot let go, people may criticise it, but still.

There are duties that we cannot shake off.

What should we do?

I think that, as the sayings states, it takes a village to raise a child. Thus, en each community, it is our duty to do so.
Adults, all around the world should take some time to instruct, guide, tutor every child, they possess the hopes for a better world.

Providing knowledge, amongst us all, it is the better way to societal improvements. Knowledge will never end, it changes, it gets renewed, rejoices, rebuilds... it never ceases to exist. But not everyone is able to grasp the core of it.

As individuals, all of us live different realities, but our space and time are established, we are sharing by means of a virus, the same reality, similar ways to education, using similar resources, so, our paths have crossed. TICs are here to stay, bold like home.

We are all individuals thus we are unique and different, living different opportunities to what life presents before us, signed by time and place (when and where), which presents like cognitive content that varies, because as I said before, we're all individuals, yet... right now, similarities soared to the skies.

There are hypotheses in regards to how new tools and resources transform minds. Means to transform someone's conscience, social at least, when you look to the new ways of interaction developed in past years.

If you know something, you should pass the knowledge on... basically a skill, something that will benefit somebody else.

If you're good at storytelling and do mimics, and make people laugh, you should show somebody else how to do it... Once upon a clown would tell stories about animals in this huge farm. The moral always were two, being good and kind to others, obey the elderly, there were funny moments, that later on, I would realise they were not THAT funny, but we cannot judge a 10-year-old for trying, so, avoid being judgemental.

Learning is a two-way street, by sharing our skills onto others, training, guidance, you learn yourself, how to make knowledge more practical, we specialise toward functionality, quality and effectiveness.

It is a social duty, as part of a community. We cannot shake it off, we teach unwillingly already. If you throw trash to the street, and a child observes you. Even though it will be his decision to repeat your lesson-taught, ignorance will be of a hindrance. We must take our adulthood duties with responsibility.

Everything is praxis, we better start with the most important one, being responsible toward our community. Education, as Mandela said, it is the most powerful tool and it can change the world.

Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they will.

Storyteller - the traveller pt 3

Mood: Sleepy
Book: YPA
Music: Dvorak

The morning dew hit the low soil and woke us up from our natural dream.

There was a heavy road ahead to follow, as we got up with the singing of the birds.

The rituals augmented as we entered the mountains, the locals received us with leaves, oils and essentials as a welcoming party.

They extracted from a plant's seeds painting, that was the most curious thing to experience and painted our faces with archetypical minimalistic features of some animals, everybody was part of a tribe.

As the day passed by and the sun started to rise above our heads,

we were given fruits, tasteful, juicy, in the shape of an orange, but nothing similar, no.

The peeling was like an egg, so you had to break the outer layer, and inside,

it was like eggs entangled in a spider web.

The trail laid before our eyes, like magic it shined.

So we kept on the journey, we stopped by the refinery for a moment, to have some sierra coffee.

Then we headed to the spring waters, a natural resource on the top of the mountain.

I had to fix the blisters, they started to multiply.

The natives walk, such a fascinating situation, we have become so accustomed to life in the suburbs, to life in the big cities, that coming to this side of the mountains seems surreal.

With the walking seriously nothing seems that far, but it is for our city streets eyes.

We had to record everything in our minds, it was forbidden to take pictures as we finally arrived at the ancient site, the terrain was so plain and slippery that we almost died walking that part.

The road lied ahead, it was vast, it seemed endless but the trail rails gave us hope... we knew that even though not train ever passed anymore, they had an end to the citadel.

We finally got to the abandoned town, but we all after all this long walk felt an unavoidable relief. Would we be able to rest? We didn't know.

The stories behind the abandoned town were interesting to hear, they all share some similarities in regards to their advancements.

I saw from the top of the mountain how the sun rose from between two peaks, it was beautiful, breathtaking.

I sat for a moment, my calves were killing me, we got remedies from the locals and rubbed it all our bodies, I couldn't believe that I was able to jump!

Nature is so beautiful from this side of the world, it is the same all around us, but each space has its own value and must appreciate and contemplate. The vast mountains guarding the citadel, it is just a glance of how great our planet is.

On the top of a mountain.

I discovered the power of the spirit, a positive mental attitude can help you achieve dreams that may seem impossible.

Sayounara.

Storyteller - the traveller pt2

Mood: Tranquil
Book: YPA
Music: Pleiades some



Once upon a time, there were three soulmates, they were created to help humans survive armageddon, they did help, don't get me wrong, but visitors from other planets captured one of them, and a quest started.

One of the triads gave birth to a Starseed traveller, a messenger of some sort, the body couldn't resist and died, so patient partners of this Starseed traveller (Pleiadian people) tried to place the soul into another body, there were unwelcomed visitors, some thought they were Annunaki, we are not sure, they interfered with the soul movement, so the rest of commissioned to the task group received a mission.

The Earth is a free-will planet, they call it "the school" for others would come and learn, some others would come and teach. Birth preparation is pretty much as we know it happened with Jesus, it varies according to where you are from.

So, he came into the earth to learn, to impart a message, and to do research... but the triad got split, the quest has taking quite a long time.

Let's see if it develops further in times ahead.

Storyteller - the traveller pt1

Mood: Tranquil
Book: YPA
Music: I'm only human

It was a hot morning on this side of the world but in the South, it was autumn.

The city at night allowed us to talk under the starry skies, I could hear your voice while walking the dark streets, describing was the method of choice, I could adorn the city for you to imagine, and I loved having you with me.

The height of the city was an ordeal, I encountered myself having troubles breathing, in the end, it was all good.

The receptionist offered us mate to ease our heads and to adapt faster, I grabbed a bunch of leaves, I was feeling scared.

My trekking partner started feeling ill, there was little to do. We woke up early, and it was freezing, and then, it rained, just another cherry on top.

The view was breathtaking, the height was a plus (pun intended). I was able to see the snow and a ray swimming in the clouds, I didn't notice when the sun got up, making his way through the dense clouds of rain. We chew leaves, grabbed a bunch and place them in every pocket I had available.

The tents were really cool, I kept on walking the extra mile and found a nice water body, it appeared to be some sort of river. I saw the moon travelling in the sky, in a frisky way, gliding majestically from one side to the other, celebrated by shiny stars.

A cold and windy morning, the hardest climb, my body wanted just to disappear to a warmer place. We drank some mate up there, the warmest and delicious tea I had ever had in my life in order to survive the weather.

There was this heavy fog that didn't allow us to see far beyond our noses, and then it started to snow, it was cool, but freaking cold.

As we were descending the weather improved. I saw several small creeks with fairies and pixies, I thought it would have been like a fairytale. That night we finally arrived at the camp.

I was tired, I slept for several hours and the guide told us to keep on admiring nature while we rested, to take a hot shower, and contemplate the beauty of creation, NATURE.