Wednesday, July 17, 2019
bicycle pump (part 2)

Bicycle Pump (Part 2)

The plan -my plan- was perfect if the gardener's daughters had not insisted on dragging their spoiled little brother along with them. If he...
bicycle pump (part 1)

Bicycle Pump (Part 1)

“Open your palm” he said for the third time. I angled my head slightly to the right to hear a hint of hesitation in...
from darkness to light…

From Darkness to Light…

What a spectacular landscape, and I was whole within this marvellous environment. Oh, how gorgeous it was! I had never before experienced the energy...
by the ocean…

By the Ocean…

I sit down by the ocean and retreat deep into thought. What’s life? What’s death? What’s spiritual growth? The already known answers come back, the...
romamor and schrödinger’s cat

RomAmor and Schrödinger’s Cat

I never realized it before I arrived in Rome, or Roma as the Italians call it, but it was just like what Schrödinger said...
the dark and the light: a regression therapy story

The Dark and The Light: A Regression Therapy Story

(Be prepared for a true story that came to light thanks to regression therapy.) Have you ever felt an intense contraction in your stomach? And...
story of the soldier

Story of the Soldier

(Be prepared for a true story that came to light thanks to regression therapy.) Greetings to all of you... My name is Louise... Hmm, maybe...
the eye of horus: yet another tale of regression therapy

The Eye of Horus: Yet another Tale of Regression Therapy

I'm in a room, an adobe room, all alone and lying on a bed. An oil lamp illuminates parts of the otherwise dark room....
marie and hasan: a tale of regression therapy

Marie and Hasan: A Tale of Regression Therapy

(Be prepared for a true story that came to light thanks to regression therapy.) Marie was a young girl who lived in a small mountain...
love, the goddess and the confrontation

Love, the Goddess and the Confrontation

Part 1 I was pleasantly sitting in my garden without a care, stretching out with a drink in one hand and a mirror in the...

Long Live Plato!

It was 1992, and I was thoroughly enjoying my time at the great Toros High School. It was also my last beautiful days in Mersin, and during this beautiful time, I fell in love with a beautiful girl.

We Are One

I don’t remember exactly when I started asking questions like “Who am I?” and “Why are we living here?” However, I distinctly remember when I was given the first answer