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This is the second script for a three minute long video script. Knowing how long it is going to be beforehand is a different game, than writing newsletters or fiction. Since it is time limited, the pace of the story has to be faster. I kind of like writing like that. Gives more spice to the story. And I discovered in my earlier stories I didn't have a core message, or a proper story arc., which made my storie feel loose. In my future stories I try to throw more an eye on that.
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I felt I did the right thing by leaving. Standing in my power, holding my values, putting my Parvati first. No spiritual system could shake me anymore. I took a cab to a nearby café— needed to check-in with myself. Where is my centre? What is the situation? How did I feel? Two hours passed. I finished my coffee. Damn, I hadn’t realized how much I missed this taste. I rested, but I still didn’t know how Era really was. I was outside, when a voice message from Era dropped in. [Snippet of Era’s Sound Recording]
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Her pain, her fear, her helplessness vibrated in my ears. I heard her pain. Not just in a voice message —but through the frequency of our Spiritship. The non-linear, timeless web of care and presence we shared for almost 2.5 years. Vipassana was just a game, but this was now the real test to walk on the path of Love. During candlelit nights, stormy breakdowns, and golden, sunlit days, We had often asked: “How strong is our foundation?”
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We have the same big vision, manifesting Planet.108 together, sure. Our interests & how we are flowing through life Is like the reflection of a flowing river. And Shit! How amazing it is, to sit with her in a dark room, creating visions of a world we want to live in. But sexual attraction was always missing between us. We both, more in our heads rather than in our bodies. She: strong, sensitive, intuitive. Me: more feminine, passive & serious. Our conflicts: intense and regular, yet always followed by growth… How far are you willing to go, for the second half of your soul? Does any money count, If part of your spirit drowns? Is any distance too long, when her beauty is only describable with a song?
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Checking the next flights, I figured out, there was a flight to India in 3 hours. Damn! I was running short on money. Bootstrapping your project full-time is not a money-making machine. I dropped into my mind: How serious was her condition, really? Could I afford to spend this? Should I wait for more data? I needed advice from the Master-Guru. But he left me at that moment, connection issues. I was on my own. I noticed a cab, two meters away from me. I hesitated, then my instinct kicked in… “How much to the airport?” “800!” “I’ll give you 1000 if you go fast!” “Okay, jump in!”
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The cab door slammed. Prayer flags, concrete walls, honking scooters and strangers’ eyes, Kathmandu and Delhi blurred past. I wasn’t flying toward certainty. I was flying toward her frequency. A tear down my cheek, One last call with her: [A phone is picked up] “I will be there when you wake up!”, My voice broke. “Okay, Rick, see you!” [...beeeeeeep]
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