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A Bloodless Hunt – The Cosmic Traveler´s search for A Name. Part III.

Part 3. Named and Nameless. I still don´t know my name. I am quite glad that my memory tells me at least something with certainty – our name is not who we are. Neither the first name, nor the middle name, nor the pen name, nor the nickname, nor the surname, not even the “Osho”Continue reading “A Bloodless Hunt – The Cosmic Traveler´s search for A Name. Part III.”

Why, oh why

Why, oh why… Your eyes, your ears, your hair, your hands. Alive, breathing, moving in stillness. You created. You weaved. You cried. You laughed. You painted the Starry Night. Your ginger hair was sticky with blood. Madness of the world. Love for your brother, longing to have a cup of tea with him. Love forContinue reading “Why, oh why”

My Web Magazine

Hello, my friend! I wrote fully about who I am and what I teach in the “About” section. https://wordpress.com/customize/identity/humagazinecom.wordpress.com Here is the gist of why and what for this web magazine is here now, overflowing from the Emptiness into the Manifested. I like to write stories since I was 5 years old.My head is alwaysContinue reading “My Web Magazine”