I'm sitting in Piccadilly, eating my standard soybean burger when, similar to a buffalo charging a prepare, another I all of a sudden surges in faltering with money work area. I burst out absurdly chuckling, bewildered and astonished, I set out say uneasy, and gradually get up, viewing the scene as in a moderate movement motion picture, to help him some way or another, giving my hand to get up or a pocket on his shoulders or simply asking: Hey, is everything okay? Meanwhile the clerk does not quit woofing; swinging to the opposite side, he indiscreetly puts on a show to examine the tables while apprehensively tormenting his fingers
When the other me winds up mindful of me and understands that he has been seen, his face lights up and his eyes totally open. He gets up quick yet ungainly, shouting that he had a phenomenal comprehension and needs to report it to me promptly, in light of the fact that it concerns both, or more all, the voyage of our souls. I welcome and go with him to sit at my table and without a cognizant reason arrange two mugs of icy mint tea, anise enhanced, before which, grinning and loose, as though at home, finally, he starts letting me know, while, my lips contorted and brought down to the sides, I gesture puzzled, and investigating his eyes, tune in to.
I'm discreetly paddling down the 'Yang Tze' - he articulates - grinning amongst me and me under my amusing straw cap, getting a charge out of the hints of water and scene hues, crisp breeze, warmth and dampness on the skin, tied down to a present of preeminent joy and captivated by the excellence that encompasses and fills me when, similar to a lightning blazing the sun, all of a sudden shows up, on the correct side of my field of awareness, the vision of another me, wearing a spacesuit, coasting in space out of the spaceship, without wearing the protective cap. I'm petrified off guard, muscles are shaken, guts curved, and with eyes blinded by awe, however holding my astonishment and imagining not to be irritated, with a motion of my hand I ask him what he needs.
When the other me winds up mindful of me and understands that he has been seen, he promptly starts signaling with rash, moving his mouth and eyes as though to impart something of fundamental significance. I endeavor to attempt to interpret his labia and what I comprehend is that: I am euphorically sitting on the cool marble of the immense and half-discharge reflection room, to some degree separated to exploit the peace that place radiates and offers, secured by a gigantic mosquito net that gives me a chance to see the excellent encompassing greenhouse, green of a thousand colorful plants, and tune in to the melodies of the cuckoo and flying creature of heaven, the stream of water and the bamboos, when, naturally turning my make a beeline for the left, at the passageway, I see another me coming in and glancing around.
I grin at the understanding that I am not alone. I get up gradually and reflectively and beginning up towards the exit, stealthily approach him, doing whatever it takes not to be seen, to watch and see, nearly, that surprising and welcome reflection of me. He is unconscious, contemplating the place attempting to comprehend it, and to my drawing closer, he rapidly takes a gander at me, as a component of that unique circumstance and nothing more. I grin and advance over, mindful of the appeal of that occasion, with a sweet feeling in my heart that overruns my entire being. There is a significant understanding that keeps me in a condition of rapture notwithstanding when, as now that I let you know, my mind tries, with its little quality, to examine and characterize, futile, an option that is greater than itself.
Dr. Andrea Scarsi is a meditator, spiritualist, and metaphysician committing his life to sharing the preeminent comprehension through direct educating and books he composes regarding the matter of most profound sense of being. He cherishes voyaging, and lived for long stretches in India and the Buddhist Southeast Asia. As the years progressed, he examined and extended distinctive contemplation methods, for arousing cognizance, vitality adjusting, and individual advancement, which he rehearses and instructs. Specialist of Metaphysical Science, he's the writer of a few books on most profound sense of being and subjects dear to his heart. He lives between the terrain of Venice, Italy, and Goa, India, moving the world over when welcomed or following an all inclusive call.
When the other me winds up mindful of me and understands that he has been seen, his face lights up and his eyes totally open. He gets up quick yet ungainly, shouting that he had a phenomenal comprehension and needs to report it to me promptly, in light of the fact that it concerns both, or more all, the voyage of our souls. I welcome and go with him to sit at my table and without a cognizant reason arrange two mugs of icy mint tea, anise enhanced, before which, grinning and loose, as though at home, finally, he starts letting me know, while, my lips contorted and brought down to the sides, I gesture puzzled, and investigating his eyes, tune in to.
I'm discreetly paddling down the 'Yang Tze' - he articulates - grinning amongst me and me under my amusing straw cap, getting a charge out of the hints of water and scene hues, crisp breeze, warmth and dampness on the skin, tied down to a present of preeminent joy and captivated by the excellence that encompasses and fills me when, similar to a lightning blazing the sun, all of a sudden shows up, on the correct side of my field of awareness, the vision of another me, wearing a spacesuit, coasting in space out of the spaceship, without wearing the protective cap. I'm petrified off guard, muscles are shaken, guts curved, and with eyes blinded by awe, however holding my astonishment and imagining not to be irritated, with a motion of my hand I ask him what he needs.
When the other me winds up mindful of me and understands that he has been seen, he promptly starts signaling with rash, moving his mouth and eyes as though to impart something of fundamental significance. I endeavor to attempt to interpret his labia and what I comprehend is that: I am euphorically sitting on the cool marble of the immense and half-discharge reflection room, to some degree separated to exploit the peace that place radiates and offers, secured by a gigantic mosquito net that gives me a chance to see the excellent encompassing greenhouse, green of a thousand colorful plants, and tune in to the melodies of the cuckoo and flying creature of heaven, the stream of water and the bamboos, when, naturally turning my make a beeline for the left, at the passageway, I see another me coming in and glancing around.
I grin at the understanding that I am not alone. I get up gradually and reflectively and beginning up towards the exit, stealthily approach him, doing whatever it takes not to be seen, to watch and see, nearly, that surprising and welcome reflection of me. He is unconscious, contemplating the place attempting to comprehend it, and to my drawing closer, he rapidly takes a gander at me, as a component of that unique circumstance and nothing more. I grin and advance over, mindful of the appeal of that occasion, with a sweet feeling in my heart that overruns my entire being. There is a significant understanding that keeps me in a condition of rapture notwithstanding when, as now that I let you know, my mind tries, with its little quality, to examine and characterize, futile, an option that is greater than itself.
Dr. Andrea Scarsi is a meditator, spiritualist, and metaphysician committing his life to sharing the preeminent comprehension through direct educating and books he composes regarding the matter of most profound sense of being. He cherishes voyaging, and lived for long stretches in India and the Buddhist Southeast Asia. As the years progressed, he examined and extended distinctive contemplation methods, for arousing cognizance, vitality adjusting, and individual advancement, which he rehearses and instructs. Specialist of Metaphysical Science, he's the writer of a few books on most profound sense of being and subjects dear to his heart. He lives between the terrain of Venice, Italy, and Goa, India, moving the world over when welcomed or following an all inclusive call.
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