Borders

B O R D E R S

Once, I wrote about fences, today I am writing about borders.

Living with other people, one is faced living with differences, differentiations and possibly difficulties. It might be oneself, who feels different form others or the other way around. The neighbors, the parents, siblings, friends or society as a whole express - and sometimes impose like movie - a way, which can be alienating at times. On the other side, greater tasks like living in a complex social and material dream, can only be met by just this diversity of character, archetype, homo this and homo that. Some are talking about a division of labour, some call it the kaleidoscope of (wo)men. If one is allowed to exist as an individual today, is even encouraged to do so, one can also choose his or her own borders of social contact, physical commitment or self imposed isolation of all that which might provoke influence over own's life / death: thought, diet, hygiene, sleep, communication and reproduction. There are not so many buttons to push actually. In their combination ..., of course another (love) story. So what are the borders of an individual? Which are the ones of a collective and which purpose do they fulfill? (There will be no answers, if anyone is expecting any.)

Is the human “I” negotiating with its existence as an organic self; a human instead of a machine, an animal, an animation or a thing? Let's ask Gesa Lindamann or Bruno Latour about it. Let's ask God
or the gods.A border differentiates one thing, state, being, attitude, feeling, belief or action from another. If there is only one “I” and then there is I and a million ifs, thats and this', which can be bordered with. Maybe the story ends here: What if the I chooses no borders to interact with. Can I choose so and still be? To choose is to choose for something, a debate which fascinates philosophical thought since intellectual ages and has spawned interesting theories, which are only proving one motivation. To feel this or that way, to think this or that, to act this or that way. The pursuit of happiness fulfilled in the requiem for a dream, which leads to addiction of thought and death. Booohoooo.

Let us make love now. The “I” chooses to be with another “I”. This is called “I and I” and can contain many “Is”, not only two. Maybe to communicate is to love. It can be a jealous, manipulating, lecturing, singing, complimenting, feeling, telepathic, unsure, spontaneous, true love, but it is done in an effort and no guarantee to be received. Kind of like art. Communication can not be calculated with, even though western / some of many (what is western, if one is located in India, Germany or Brazil) thought(s) tries to prove otherwise by promoting a never satisfying linguistic consolidation in cultural and natural sciences. Nevertheless, by communicating with another, an attempt to synchronize with other “Is” can be done. In this process and also because it is so utterly complicated and easily to be misunderstood, judged upon and just not received well or actually effortless achieved, if one applies effort, pre-existing borders of the “Is” are ultimately played with, fused and transformed into new “I and I” borders. Some walk these borders, some protect them, some paint little pictures on them, others leave them again, some feel save inside of them, others attack them, some overstep them, a few try to prove them, some do not feel them, others are expanding them, there are “I and Is”, who/which try to synchronize them. To do what? Make love, of course ;-).

Have a great time and listen as well as you talk!

Your Entourage

The creator of this blog did not create this video or helped creating it, it is the project of a friend Dimitri Basil and others

B O R D E R S

The Moon Mountain

What can I say? Maybe that my life is happening to me?

I am living through an intense personal shift at the moment. Do you, too? I am curious and in awe. I am feeling out my own roots and am taking these steps together with other people, who are just doing one thing: To take the steps together. Let's start walking and see what will happen. Txai puke duake.

Looking at the picture above, I am remembering that evening a few months ago. I had sung at sunset. For the mountains, my own happiness and all that can be sung for. Later I had had a good dinner with some friends, I am also blessed to work with. One of them, a very talented photographer named Hansi (www.hansiheckmair.com) took this picture for me on a bright moon.

If you are experiencing "out of the normal" sequences in your life right now, know that you are not alone.

All the love,
Your Entourage

Standing on your own feet

The last of my writings and photos was done just after my home coming to the European Rainbow Gathering in Hungary 2014. At that time, I had travelled for a little more than four years and throughout these four years, I felt I had had always something to write about or photograph. The more I looked around in my universe, the more I wanted to capture moments digitally or later on film, to explain my emotions to others virally and verbally. The time I stopped posting more, was the time when I decided on either going further on my nomad path or once more researching about and experiencing the society I was born in. Like many dreams, which ultimately are bound to come true, I dreamt of either flying higher and higher with other freedom seekers or to grow roots in a place, where I can give back some of the karma, I received on my own, previous travels. Like most wishes, the darker sides are only experienced when the dream comes true.

Eventually, I met a few young german guys at the Rainbow, who were living in Freiburg - funnily enough - the only town, I had considered settling down. Also, I had applied for a Master program in Interdisciplinary Anthropology at the University of Freiburg earlier that summer, just to check my swag.

Instead of going to Brazil or Siberia, I chose to come to Freiburg in October. The city being quite green and small, but still a city with strong consumerism vibes, proved to be a challenge I had long evaded. To be honest, I felt day by day, how my natural forest energies slowly left my body, being consumed by asphalt roads and shiny lights. I lost weight and I lost joy. The nights stretched into days and I only kept my wits together my trusting that all will turn out right in the end. I sought refuge with Merlin, one of the Rainbow kids, I met in Hungary. We decided to look for an house together. Simultaneously, flight tickets prices to Brazil went down low. After only one month and against all “german” odds we had our house and moved in on the 28^th of December with five other beings.

Now, it is June – five months later and I am still here. Alive and living in a place, which offers rest and abundance to many other travelers from all over the world. My lifestyle has changed and so has my mode of learning and self reflection. I was not able to take a single picture in all of these months. To plentiful became the moments of magic. It felt wrong to interrupt the flow of things by capturing them.

A few days ago, there was this sunset and all of us just ran up to the highest of our balconies and climbed on the railing to see the last beams of sunlight disappear in the west.

We are living close to Freiburg and we are circling, singing and telling stories to each other. We are studying the system, to find its openings for positive input. We are free and we are working for it every day. To keep the balance of things, we support each another and forgive our many flaws.