The Flower of Truth

I just finished the experientially energetic weekend workshop with the sparkly title: „Karmic washing machine.“ Don’t be fooled by the name – it was about the theory and the practice capable of changing the way you are creating your reality.

This workshop is a part of a larger project – the NLF Debox Program. The idea came after my book „Breaking True“ was published. When completed, the NLF Debox will have 7 to 9 separate albums and a smartphone and computer streaming application for listening to NLF readings. I will probably need a year or two to finish all this, but the net result should be fascinating.

Some 40 people from Croatia and Slovenia participated in the workshop in Ljubljana. Until now, I preferred a retreat format for such work, but the results were more than satisfying. In a short time, we have gone very far, in knowledge and experience, as well.

I was surprised by some parts of NLF readings. When I was writing the texts, the words were flowing out effortlessly. Many times I didn’t even read them twice. So, I had a new chance to feel the power of NLF while reading it. You can almost see how ordinary reality is falling apart, and its pieces are rearranging themselves in something new and exciting.

I want to dedicate more time to the NLF project and finish it as soon as possible. It is worth all my effort.

In the meantime, I will share with you one small part of the NLF reading for mitigation of one of the most potent karmic loops – the need for a purpose.

I will be an adventurer, explorer, and a wanderer.
I will be a passionate lover and a poet of dark places.

Like a restless Sea, my entrails will swing in fear
while I stare in the jaws of a sleeping beast.

 

I will pause, here and there, but not for long.
To catch my breath, to rest my tired knees.
Even then, in the broken sleep disturbed by sighs,
I’ll dream about distant shores and unknown lovers.

 

I don’t want to live just one life.
I want many lives; each different, each it’s own.
I’m afraid to lose my certainty, but more so,
I’m scared to lose my uncertainty.

 

Change is the sweet heart of pleasure and the sprout of uneasiness.
Change is both the Flower of Truth and the Seed of a Lie.

 

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