ABOUT CREATION

What would I be when I choose to laugh about I do not understand? What would my name be when, from the higher position I think I’m standing, I’m ironically looking down upon other people? BLIND? MUTE? DEAF? Have I lost my sensibility? LOST?

To me the human nature seems so fascinating for the capacity of adapting so good to different situations, to survive somehow. A part of humankind choose to evolve, to fulfill themselves, to become great and to make themselves heard through their creation; on the other hand there are people who, unfortunately, think that greatness comes form the power of subjecting those whom they consider weak. Why do I have to work to create something when I can easily destroy or “divide et impera” – like Romans would say? This way the whole world will remember me for sure!

I have stopped for a second and listen to the world’s music... and I’ve remembered what am I and what am I for.

Since my childhood I was told about the creation of this world: how God created man after Himself and He gave the man the free choice of things. But that particular gift was too much for the mankind, and humans got themselves into a big dark gap.

Many have imagined God like a merciless master, who put all mankind under some rules and if you somehow disobey those rules you will end up burning in hell.

I’ve imagined Him always sad and crying like a father for His lost child, like a father who sees His son destroying himself, a father who is reaching to His son but the son’s ego don’t let him see the father’s hand and passes by not even feeling the hand.

Our egos became so big that we do not see the way home. Our egos got us blind so hard we do not see the creation even if is simple in front of us.

I’ve stopped for a second to hear the music of this world…and I’ve looked around me. What have I seen? Children born into this world out of pain not out of love. Children are angels born into this world to teach us love. 
How many children are conceived out of pure love? And I do not mean love when the mother and the father felt some physical attraction and conceived a child. 
How many parents feel that their children are gifts from God and not somebody useful, somebody to give a glass of water when they are old and need help? How many parents stop and listen to their children? How many parents are looking to their children with their soul’s eyes, accepting them as they are and loving them without trying to transform them in their own failed images in time? 
How many adults have the courage to admit that are people smarter and better that themselves? How many adults have the courage to accept that a child can be a genius? What are we doing with those angels that are sent to save our souls? We are trying to make them like us, like our full of fear souls. We are sending them in schools to fit into the system, schools that are trying and succeeding to wipe out any trace of originality out of them, that are succeeding to wipe the human within a man. We do not care anymore. We are making a child because this and that, and after that we are making another child, and after that an accident occurs and another child appears. But no, there is no problem because when a child is surviving, the other children can survive… no matter how. Isn't that so!?

Why people want to have children by all means? Out of their egos? To be like any other person and feel whole?

After all it’s not about the children, it’s about us. And that fact it’s seen in them, it’s seen in the way their eyes do not purely glow anymore, the way their innocent eyes are not so innocent anymore. You can only see the frustration of their parents in them. Because a child gives what he receives, and unlike the adults, he is not capable to build up masks in order to hide.

When a child receives pure and unconditioned love in his family that child won’t lose his innocence. Why are there children with big egos? They look up to us and follow. They are our image in the mirror.

We play The Creator without being prepared for it.

Why aren’t we looking inside of us, why don’t we choose to heal ourselves before multiplying?

God gave us the gift of procreation to fill this planet and He gave us this gift to learn something from it, to teach us greatness.

You, all mothers who choose to kill your children being ashamed of having them or out of fear of not being capable to feed them and raising them, you all mothers that choose to abandon them out of cowardice or you women who choose to give birth to a child in order to keep a man next to you, you fathers who do not care about the women beside you, women that offer their love and a most precious gift, a little tree planted in the Garden of Life, a tree that both of you, equally, have to look after and love! Yes, you all! Wake up! Look at yourselves and at the repercussions of your deeds!

Each coin has two sides, each deed will be repaid.

I have always felt that I came into this world with a certain purpose. It is also true that I haven’t always known what it was.

We are not random created beings forgotten somewhere in a galaxy.

We are here to live the experience of creation in order to be truly whole, understanding and experiencing love in all its forms. How better way to experience love than being a human?

What if, instead of criticizing others trying so hard to make them feel small, we build up within ourselves and take care of our own yard?

Those who find answers to my questions here or at least my questions made them think are lucky. I’m wishing you all to discover that you are like them... lucky!

FOR THE CHILD WITHIN ME

The 3rd of July 2009. It was pouring in Bucharest. It was a storm by all means. A summer rain with lightnings and thunders and a pretty strong wind. It was exactly how I've wished a couple of days before. So, here I am. My wish came true.

I was returning home and it was about 8.30 PM. As I was getting out from the subway I felt the rain - the air smelled like rain. All people were trying to find shelter somehow, but no Mister, not me! Wherever you would've found the shelter the rain would've got you. Mister Wind took care of that particular matter. While escalators were carrying me to the surface I've prepared my umbrella and with a big smile upon my face I said to myself "That's perfect! This is exactly what I've wished for few days ago!" I haven't hesitated for a second. I've opened my umbrella and started to walk very relaxed through the storm. In a very short while my shoes were like two full of water boats in the middle of the lake. So I thought - why am I trying to avoid all the puddles? It is useless anyway! I knew very well the sidewalk because that is the road to my workplace and I was pretty sure there are no gaps in the sidewalk. The street was empty. All people found shelter somewhere. My Caribbean blue umbrella had a pure aesthetic role in that frenzy of nature. Until I reached the corner of the street the storm got mad, very mad. That made me smile a little more: "So! That's your revenge for defying you, for not being afraid of you?!Is this all that you can!". I've let myself hit by those big drops that were coming from all over. The child within me was ecstatic. I couldn't remember last time I was walking in the rain. I was a kid and I couldn't care less if my T-shirt and my socks were soaking wet.

I tried to challenge a little the storm and I thought it will be fun to hide for a while in a gang. It was in vain! A gust of wind has projected the raindrops on my back saying "Don't run away from me! I will get you anyway!". For a moment I thought to hide from it, but no! A game is a game! Either you play it or you stay home. So I raised the stake and closed my umbrella.

I felt so good! I was like shouting "Where are all the kids? Why isn't anybody dancing in the rain?".

This rain was like washing away all my worries, all the tension.

That day was for me a day for the child I was, that I forgot to be, to the child I will learn to be... again. A child without worries, a child that loves and enjoys life and a child who's only purpose is to find little treasures.

LARA FABIAN - Mistral Gagnant

note: Mistral Gagnant are some candy with a surprise in it just like lottery tickets - winners or not.

"It is said that our souls are waiting for a while before coming back at Earth
So it is said
I'm thinking sometimes about the child within me
And about waiting
And about being afraid for it...
 
To sit on a bench five minutes, with you
To watch all people as many as they are here
To tell you about the past and the future
To take in my hand your little fingers
And after that to feed the stupid pigeons
until they'll swell
To follow them
To hear your laugh that makes the walls shake
That knows how to heal my wounds
To tell you a little how was when I was a child
About the wonderful lollipops that we were stolen from the seller
The jelly and the mint candy, and the caramel candy for one franc
And the winning Mistrals.


To walk with you through the rain for five minutes
To see the life as it is
To tell you about the Earth until you get so amazed
To tell you also about your mother
And then to jump into puddles and make you grumble
To wear out our shoes ruined by water and make fun of it
And to listen to your laughter as I listen to the sea
To stop and then run backwards
And to tell you especially about the caramel candy and the old times candy
And about the real candy that were cutting our lips
And they were sticking to our teeth
And about the winning Mistrals.


To sit down on a bench with you
To watch the sun go down
To tell you about the old times from the past and after that
not to care anymore
To tell you that we are not bad people
And if I am a bird it's because of your eyes
That they are lucky for being two
To hear your laughter flying so high
As the songs of the birds
And finally to tell you have to love life
To love it even though time is a killer
And takes with him the laughter of the children
And the wining Mistrals, and the wining Mistrals."

(Lyrics translated from French)