#Fiction Monday (11) - The storm as a pretext... Furtuna ca pretext...

This game is hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog  'Reflections' and
I discovered it on Esha's  blog. This time  the word prompt is 'STORM'.

 

Walking in the city and being caught in an ordinary storm, things unfold
possibly in the classic variants: taking shelter in the first store where we find
that we just need something, entering into a cake shop and pampered ourselves with a coffee and something sweet, boarding a mean of transport to get us home, or simply facing it, with or without an umbrella.

That's because it happens a magical connection through the rain and our body, between the sky and the earth and sometimes we feel it necessary!
If the storm is extreme, angry, devastating, definitely meteorologists had
announced it and then, being informed, we took note of the measures to take shelter.
In such moments we eventually wonder about the causes and other kind of ideas come back to us:
The planet is angry upon us, weather manipulation technologies had a misfire (or maybe not!), climate change modified the properties of the oceans currents, forests were destroyed…

But it is almost impossible to decide at our level of information, which one of the variants was. And the deeper we go into such ideas, we find something strange.
Sometimes the outside storm slowly seeps into our mind and soul.
But here, things get more complicated, because we just don't know what to do
with ourselves, how to calm down our personal storm, regardless of its cause.

But we should not forget that in the center of any tornado is an area of calm,
no matter how much havoc would occur outside of it.
Then, we need to find out our center of tranquility. And this cannot be other
than our heart! At first, we may not know how. But I discovered that there is
a solution which we can practice. And by persevering, we’ ll be able to reach
the area of our calm when we need it:

 

 

Morning update:
When the connection between  brain and heart
is completed, the power of our intuition will be revealed...

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 Daca suntem in oras si ne surprinde o furtuna obisnuita, lucrurile se deruleaza
eventual in variantele clasice: ne adapostim in primul magazin unde constatam
ca tocmai ne trebuia ceva, intram in vreo cofetarie si ne rasfatam cu o cafea si o prajiturica, ne suim intr-un mijloc de transport care sa ne duca cat mai aproape
de casa, sau pur si simplu o infruntam, cu sau fara umbrela.

Asta pentru ca se petrece o conexiune magica prin intermediul ploii si a
corpului nostru intre cer si pamant si uneori o simtim ca necesara.
Daca furtuna este extrema, furioasa, devastatoare, in mod cert meteorologii o
anuntasera si atunci masurile de a ne pune la adapost le luam in cunostinta de
cauza, fiind informati.
In astfel de momente ne intrebam eventual de cauze si ne revin in memorie alt
gen de idei:
Planeta este suparata pe noi, tehnologiile de manipulare a vremii au dat  rateu
(sau poate nu!), modificarile climatice schimba proprietatile curentilor oceanici,
padurile au fost distruse…

Este insa aproape imposibil sa ne hotaram asupra uneia din variante la nivelul
nostru de informatii. Si cu cat ne adancim in astfel de idei constatam ceva ciudat.
Uneori, usor, usor, furtuna din afara noastra ni se prelinge in minte si in suflet.
Aici insa lucrurile se complica major, pentru ca pur si simplu nu stim ce sa facem cu noi insine, cum sa ne linistim furtuna personala, indiferent de cauzele care au produs-o.

Insa ar mai trebui sa nu uitam ca in centrul oricarei tornade este o zona mai
calma, oricate ravagii s-ar produce in afara ei. Atunci este cazul sa ne aflam centrul nostru de liniste. Si acesta nu poate fi altul decat inima noastra!
La inceput, poate ca nu stim cum. Am descoperit insa ca exista o solutie pe care o putem practica. Si perseverand, vom putea ajunge in zona noastra de calm, atunci cand avem nevoie:

Heart Brain COHERENCE (Gregg Braden)

Actualizare matinala:
Cand conexiunea dintre creier si inima este finalizata,
puterea intuitiei noastre va fi dezvaluita...

#Fiction Monday(10) - The invisible labyrinth