It’s early and the crows are crying. The light is narrow and bright, the sky a wide blue.
So calm and somehow I think, that maybe, things are possible somewhere, somewhen. When things hurt a little less.
seen from Brazil
seen from Yemen
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Yemen

seen from United States
It’s early and the crows are crying. The light is narrow and bright, the sky a wide blue.
So calm and somehow I think, that maybe, things are possible somewhere, somewhen. When things hurt a little less.
“… Because there is indeed more to this world than what meet the eyes.”
I felt my heart afloat at his words, so delighted I was to finally meet someone who could see just as much as I could. However…
“But… what if all this we see is merely an illusion? There’s no real way to know…”
“Right, we will never know. We could never know. However… we could have a little faith.”
I’m not taking part and it hurts. I could change something but I need to endure it until then.
Yes, maybe I’m a piece of shit that stays in the same place forever.
But I need to endure this rather than go back to destroy myself.
This hurts and no destruction can change that.
This hurts but no destruction can change that.
The 3 spiritual realities of Shandarism
The 3 degrees of the shandarian spiritual practice
In the shandarian spiritual training as well as in the spiritual evolution of the member, we often make reference to three levels of reality (low, medium and high reality) that constitute the framework of…
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