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KADA NAM ODLAZI NEKO DRAG

KADA NAM ODLAZI NEKO DRAG
Ovo mi je poslala prijateljica koja je danas sahranila muža.

KADA NAM ODLAZI NEKO DRAG

Kada nam odlazi neko drag, ne boli smrt, već boli sve ono što ide posle. Boli praznina koja nikada neće biti popunjena. Boli nemogućnost da još nešto uradimo za njega. Bole reči koje nismo rekli, a mogli smo. Bole suze. Bole uspomene. Bole ćutanja…

Boli to što znamo da nikada više nećemo biti zajedno, što nećemo da ga vidimo i što neće da nam se javi. Boli to što će svuda da nam fali i što će uvek biti taj neko koji nedostaje...

Kada nam odlazi neko drag, ne boli samo njegova smrt već i život koji je mogao još da traje a ugasio se. Bole pobede podjednako kao porazi, uspesi podjednako kao neuspesi i sve se, odjednom, na trenutak, poravna, postaje besmisleno, prazno.

Kada nam odlazi neko drag, odlazi i muzika koju je slušao, ljudi koje je poznavao, snovi koje je sanjao, odlaze njegove dileme, njegove tajne, njegovi strahovi. I sve boli...

Boli kada postavimo pitanje da li je sve bilo uzalud?
Da li smo pogrešili?
Ili, da li je moglo drugačije?
A dobro znamo da nije…

Boli kada se setimo da ga nema. Boli svako sećanje na njega. Bole fotografije. Bole mesta kojima smo prolazili. Bole reči koje smo rekli. Bole reči koje nismo rekli, a morali smo. Bole njegovi prijatelji. Bole njegove ljubavi. Bole svačije ljubavi kada razmišljamo o njemu. Boli sve što podseća na njega, svaki delić ovog sveta…

Kada nam odlazi neko drag, ne boli samo bol, boli sve drugo. Boli što zauvek nestaje i što ga više nigde neće biti. Boli saznanje da nikada više neće moći da se raduje, da se smeje, mašta, trči, plače, voli. Boli sve ono što je mogao da uradi, a nije. Boli sve ono što je tek trebao da prođe, a nije. Boli proleće, boli sunce, boli more, boli nebo, boli kiša. Boli sve ono što živi bez njega, boli čitav svet...

Kada nam odlazi neko drag, sve odjednom stane, zaustavi se na trenutak i podseti na prolaznost, na godine koje su prošle i koje će proći. Pravimo iskorak iz sadašnjosti i postajemo deo beskrajne vanvremenske nedokučive staze koja vodi samo u jednom smeru.

Kada nam odlazi neko drag, odlazimo i mi zajedno sa njim. Jedan deo nas, možda najlepši. Odlazi ono nešto što smo imali sa tom osobom i ni sa jednom drugom. Odlazi sa njim i jedan deo našeg života koji smo proživeli i koji se upravo njegovim odlaskom završio i pretvorio u sećanje.

I na kraju, kada nam odlazi neko drag, ne boli smrt, već boli sve ono što ide posle. A posle, nažalost, ne ide ništa. I upravo to ništa najviše boli. :'(

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  • 03.08.2020. 23:42h

    Član emilio-iiMerlin0

    Čitab čitam ne-bil osto čitav.........

    Oni pod utijecajem su utijecajni i utiječu na druge a oni koji na sve to utiječu nisu pod utijecajem nego na olimpu ?


    Kada Taisha govori da dijeca nemaju šanse ako roditelji/odgojitelji nisu rekapitulirali (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr_k4kh_tzU (na kraju videa) to je kao i kada Lazarev liječi majku da bi ozdravio dijete ili *That is how retracing the path helps us in a very profound way, effecting changes at the fundamental level. We are not only what we consciously and unconsciously decree. At birth, we acquire the heritage from the generations that preceded us. By recapitulating and cancelling undesirable commands, it is possible to modify our basic structure and shape our character at will. It is the only way we can rid ourselves of unconscious repetitions, the only way we can prevent the onslaught of diseases and other conditions that may have been programmed into the heritage we got from our ancestors.*


    Dakle ako "normalno je isto što i ludo" onda bi bilo poželjno biti "obuzdano lud" ali s obzirom da "prava ljubav je prava rijetkost" bilo bi i suludo umišljati si rariteta ?!


    Bolje je pokušati utijecati na "kolektivni um" tojest pomoči mu da umanji svoju samovažnost a i iz zabrinutosti za sebe !


    Nimalo ugodno ali ako gorko liječi ili na ljutu ranu ljuta trava tojest nemilosrdnost je trezvenost jer......... "šećer na kraju" ???

    *
    https://www.pdfdrive.com/don-juan-and-the-art-of-sexual-energy-the-rainbow-serpent-of-the-toltecs-d195190290.html

    “Can you give me some guidelines that can help me to understand what happened to me last night, don Juan?” I asked him, once we were seated comfortably in the mild light of the sun. “You Saw what we See, that is all I can tell you really,” he said to me. “The Eagle is a way of perceiving the scrutinizing force that tests the substance of the universe for incorruptibility. Everything is Seen by the keen eye of the Eagle. It misses nothing, no matter how seemingly small or insignificant. Normally, this force is called to test our being at the moment of our death, but a powerful shaman can call it to come earlier. This is done as a means of preparing. “When the scrutinizing force is applied at the moment of our death, it consumes all life force and awareness that is attached to illusion. For many human beings that means everything they’ve got. The Eagle tests for incorruptible energy with the flames that forged creation. So whatever cannot stand up to a burn of that magnitude is vaporized, gone.” He snapped his fingers. “The Eagle will not kill, though,” he continued after a dramatic interlude. “Death must come first. So if the shaman succeeds in calling the Eagle prior to physical death, by offering a shamanic death, then it is possible to See how the Eagle will treat the offering. If the offering is rejected, if the energy is
    corruptible, nothing will remain of the shaman’s power. If, however, the offering is accepted, if something survives the flames from the eye of the Eagle, then it will take a tiny sample of that and fly off, in order to seed it somewhere else. “That is the accord ancient shamans struck with this energy. There is very little that can endure such a test. Only gold survives a furnace that hot to emerge uninjured and pure. That is what your Dream was all about.” My fingers flew to my lips as I drew a deep breath in realization. “You passed,” don Juan said to me, looking fixedly into my eyes. “You were reduced to your essence. There was something in your awareness and life force that had the ability to stand the scrutiny. Gold yields purity under heat and pressure. You see? Congratulations.” “And yet I had to give up the gold in order to return to the cave,” I told him, musing over the paradox. “Exactly. The offer is a simple, and yet a seemingly impossible one. At death, one must give back everything that one has been given and more besides, in the form of thanks, and still have more than one started with. Only then may we pass the Eagle. It is not possible to cheat. The offer must be the real magic, and that is to be able to make something from nothing, for that something to become incorruptible, and for that incorruptible something to become incorruptibly nothing.” I was taken aback by the poetic elegance of the magical language of energy. Nothing in my life, but life itself and the love of it, could possibly have prepared me for such a simple truth. I asked don Juan if I could spend some time alone at the site to voice my thanks. He understood completely and walked back to the cave to have a rest, leaving me there alone in what was becoming a beautiful midmorning. As he departed, he put his hand approvingly on my shoulder and then I found myself in solitude, surrounded by the muralized flights of large, headless black eagles. I wondered how many shamans before me had painted these visions upon stone in order to leave their thanks at the spot. I wondered at the encounters they might have had and at their possible triumphs or laments. It was not really possible for me to speak my gratitude to the Eagle, to life and to Creation with words, but I was able to sing my medicine songs of thanks, songs that I had acquired through my long journeys in Dreaming and in ceremony. After I had finished singing, I noticed one solitary golden eagle soaring in the skies above. It was later joined by another, and that let me know
    that my prayers of thanks had been heard.*

    ........tojest ako sam i pao ali moja smrt i obnavlja istinske vrijednosti života onda je bilo i za slobodu ??

    P.s:Tko je prvi u životu taj je drugi u smrti ali i to ponekad ne valja ili boli jer nas suočava i sa našim vlastitim krajem a u pomankanju vremena za novi početak ?!

    "Back To Basics" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5DjqmqZQ1s

  • 03.08.2020. 23:50h

    Član iridaMerlin30

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