Wait... I just saw Jesus

Wait.. I just saw Jesus... many times

I saw Jesus the other day. He was creating a beautiful caffee latte with so much care and skill, it was unbelievable. People formed a big queue to get a taste of love. Just some minutes later he was cruising down main lane on his long board with his long hair floating in the hot summer winds, full power leaning into those asphalt waves, enjoying himself to the maximum. I went home pretty stoked and opened my laptop, just to see Jesus – all dressed in society's robe - talking about stopping Monsanto and freeing farmers all over the world. Afterwards, Jesus came to my home and showed me how to play the guitar. I picked up my flute and suddenly I was Jesus, too.

Jesus is the guy smiling at you, when he hands you your bakery in the morning, the mother, who makes funny noises at her child, the child, who stares at you in amazement, but never is afraid. It's that friend of yours, telling you about how he climbed that mountain with his wonderful girlfriend and his eyes are gleaming with joy. It's your enemy's look in a minute of self questioning and mutual understanding. You are Jesus in those moments of 100% commitment. 

Why would anyone waste their time in searching for the one and only Jesus, if it's only a choice to see him or Buddha, or whoever everywhere and in oneself? Call it Jesus, call it love, call it universe, call it zen, call it point zero, call it all, call it nothing, call it full power or don't call it anything.

It's Jesus times!

All the best for the week!

Your Entourage

Another sister

Daniella jumped up and down, all around, screaming at the tops of her lungs: " Kittens are to rule the world!" ."Listen! Listen! Why is nobody listening?", she asked herself and stopped her twisted jumping at once. It was D:E:A:R time. Drop Everything And Relax. Very, very, of an utmost importance kind of time to her. Only in this way could she see her omnipresent moon, which was always slightly crescent inside of her rainbow head. Nobody knew why its was cresent all the time. Not even Daniella knew.

Neither did she care! Quantum physics and Oneness in empty spaces... really? For Daniella only one thing really mattered and that were the good times. She could generate good times out of an old lemon, three spades of palm tree mud and the tiniest tip of a snow leopard's whisker. All those “philocrites” evoked not much philo in her playful head. Why would you search for a key, if the door was unlocked? Love here and love there, sacrificing weird, but omnipresent egos on the way and lighting armies of incense sticks. Her home was with the Rainbow and she had dug it. “Digging something/someone” was her personal definition of an adequate verb for the “good times”. Therefore, her own art form was to dig every single moment. She was a lucky one being able to do that and she knew, but every child knows that “being lucky” is the stepchild of “coincidence” and coincidence is the english translation of the german word “Zufall”, which means “something/someone to fall to something/someone”. This sounded way better and reflected Danienlla's perception of the world mechanisms pretty well. Why would anybody ask “why”, as soon as something good happens to them? “Very inefficient”, she thought by herself, doing the simple maths of: {Certain Number of Moments (CNM)/(Digging Those Moments (DTM) – (Moments Thinking About Why Those Moments Had Happened (MTAWTMHH) + Not Digging The Moments (NDTM)), shorty,                             CNM                    

                  (DTM – (MTAWTMHH + NDTM) equals...

If CNM always stated the same amount of possible moments, Daniella thought it might be fair to call CNM, “1”. “The quotient varies a lot, depending on if I think (think about e.g “why?”) or not dig moments.”, Daniella figured out and soon made the connection. If DTM - … became smaller and smaller like “0”, then 1/0 would be the result of the whole twisted counting. That would mean something like …

Infinity! What the heck!

Infinity was the worst kind of word, Daniella could imagine. It was a word describing Nothing and All at once.

“Yeah, easy! Everyone gets it, but everyone is asking “Why?”, “Why?”, “WHY?” all the time. What does it meeeeean”. I can't figure those questions out, so I don't ask. Those fools!”, Daniella stated angrily at her play barbie doll, which she had picked up in the process of enjoying her previous maths adventure. No! Infinity she would not accept. She swore herself to never let Infinity happen in HER maths! She would dig all the moments! All! Even more, she would dig “extra moments”, like digging your dreams and dream of digging.

Yes, Daniella was digging deep! She dug and dug and dug until she reached a point where she saw the birds flying backwards – still elegant, but backwards – and followed her graceful flight as, finally, with a loud kind of bird laughter, Daniella observed the birds building their nests.

That was new...

Birds fly on and roam the skies. No bird is or ever was the symbol of “home” in any given culture! Or is there one? The rainbow girl decided to find out. She would observe all the birds now and she would dig all the moments doing so.

You might know Daniella. She lives in your head and maybe she is observing YOU at this very moment...

I send you love sister,

Coco

Sisters

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Malinka was only five years old, when she encountered her first - live
and in color - unicorn. After sitting and waiting for a while, the
unicorn still would not come any closer. It kept quite a discreet
distance. Too close to be far away, but too far to be really, really
close. Malinka winked at it, she hissed mysterious sounds, invited the
unicorn with all formalities and even tried some child heart motivated
telepathy. Nothing really worked. The unicorn stood its ground and
only looked. It looked and so did Malinka. Both looked at the other.

Looking soon turned into watching, then observing. The unicorn had a
bluish shimmer running along its powerful legs, its belly promised
health and endurance. The head, which was always slightly tilted,
invited for a dance in another world. Malinka, her fire, fire, fire red
hair softly hugging the continental winds, had to grin from time to
time. The unicorn had this sincere look in its eyes! All too funny! So
many unicorns in so many fairy tales and the only unicorn Malinka would
meet had this sincere character around it. "Life is really like
reading a book backwards, but understanding it upwards", Malinka
thought.

In retro perspective, one might claim that Malinka was only a child
with an extraordinary imagination, but Malinka knew better than that.
At that same moment, when Malinka gave her polite farewell to the
unicorn, she decided to meet hers one day. She made herself the
promise never, ever, ever to give up on meeting hers. Hers would not
have that sincere look. It would smile at her and invite her to ride
on its shiny back.

One day after her 33rd birthday, Malinka - a now very sincere
numerologist - decided that more than one three in a row means a new
beginning. Therefore she packed her magic gear and decided to be 22
again -the time when things in life decide, which way they want to
roll down that pyramid of fate.

Australia to Rome, to Bulgara, to India over Greenland and Valalla to
Egypt, Malinka walked happily in her rainbow-coloured shoes, explaining
to butterflies how nice a pocho - self hand bought in Guatemala - can
feel on naked skin, until she met Coco at the Fairy's Healing Pond in
Hungary.

Coco and Malinka were offspring of many, many generations of people
over people, who had been living on this very planet before their
time, many coincidences and cultural background had tinted their very
personalities to have led them to that very point in time, when their
two paths would cross. They exchanged an honest smile and talked about
butterflies. When they parted, they parted - wearing the same pair of
shoes - in different directions, knowing that a family is there to
hold your hands in times, when you are about to make a big, big step
on your very own - to leave the most beautiful footprints, back in the
sands of time.

I send you love sister,

Coco

Brothers

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                          

                                             
                                         

                                         

                                         

                                       

                                         

                                         

                                       

                                         

A few of my dear brothers, who are roaming this wild planet with full power intentions. There are more, but no pictures taken by me to be found today...

Good times,

Your Entourage