You are going to see wonderful things that no tongue or pen can adequately describe. Well, when you return to earth again, do you suppose you can make people believe the story of your experiences? Never! Be thankful if you are the possessor of a secret joy yourself, and do not attempt to impart it …
Rollo Del Tomebamba XXI — Beauty In Death
One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city …
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A Speck Of StarDust
A Speck Of StarDust I saw in a dream… Last night a speck of stardust fell through my closed eyelid and lodged itself, unmovable, into my existence. I woke this morning at a lost for words to describe the experience of this dream. What word could explain or extrapolate this feeling I am? Words would …
Dream of Dying
Dream of Dying It is difficult to distinguish reality in a dream. Last night I fell into a sub-zero chemical vat. I fought my way to the side and pulled myself out as the freezing death worked its way up my body. Colleagues froze in fear, as the outcome was certain. She cried, as I …
What Matters?
What Matters? Ten things that matter most to me in this life are: Love — It is the most precious of gift of all. Nourishment — Air, Water, and Food — These are necessities. Life must have access to clean air, clean water and food to sustain itself. Free Speech — Ideas must never be …
Rollo Del Tomebamba IV – The Raging Waters
One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city …
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I Am Not Me Anymore, At Least I’m Not The Same Me I Was
To be full of strength and vigor one moment and virtually helpless the next, in the pink and pride of health one moment and a cripple the next, with all one’s powers and faculties one moment and without them the next – such a change, such suddenness, is difficult to comprehend, and the mind casts …
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