Silence

Fucking for virginity – that’s how sharing words about silence feels like; useless. But yeah, silence is such a treasure, it needs to be shared. I see so many teachers, workshops, books, medicine/drug use everywhere – consuming movements, from out to in. 'Fingers pointing at the moon - if you watch the finger, you can't see the moon'. I feel very grateful for all the teachings that I’ve got and still get from outside. BUT.
Shit really shifts, when you shift. From outwards to inwards.

Who are you? What is inside of you? What makes you wiggle your tail? What do you like? Do you know? I used to be clueless. And although I can’t explain, I can share the importance of silence. By listening, things get clear. I like to see it as a bottle with mud. You’re shaking your bottle probably a lot – working, busybusybusybusy, living your life, being online all the time.

If you put the bottle down (bottle = yourself) and just watch how the mud settles and the water becomes clear. Frightening it can be. Uncomfortable it can get. Yes. But wow – it’s priceless. In silence, you shut up, and after a while, your thoughts do so too. Things become clear. And light. And funny. And so, so simple. It’s an experience you have to experience by yourself, but you don’t have to be alone. I wholeheartedly recommend you to find some silence. To stop. Surrender to silence. It is the biggest gift you can treat yourself (and your environment) with. My 2 cents.

PS. Looking for a silent place with guidance to go inward? Lucky you. In this week we provide you with lots of silence. No strict vipassana, but enough silence to go deep into it. With attention for integration. Early bird until the 10th of December. You are so, so welcome: 
https://www.facebook.com/events/1693705410702560/