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I felt sick. Intoxicated. Poisoned. And all was related with this illusory story which i pathetically defined so, so often ... in more than 75 books with essays ... as the love story of my life. Doing it ... repeatedly. So often ... that i believe someone should come and stop me. Forbidden me to write. All being about the inner illusory worlds ... and my journey in darkness. This darkness which she induced to me ... so often that she made me suffer of a sickness which i could not understand. A spiritual sickness. One difficult to be ... healed. So ... yes ... i write and write. She's close ...

We came into a world ... without clear instructions about what is going on in here. Truth being that no one bothered to teach us ... what is life. How we should act. Or react. But ... whenever things get out of our control ... many times ruining us mentally and emotionally ... a weird unexplainable force starts to overwhelm us. It's called ... depression. We hate it. Being so afraid and ashamed of it. Trying to run away ... but somehow being too late. I've personally experienced it ... as a secondary effect of the dynamic of my perceptions related to reality ... but also being intoxicated ...

Another book and again lots of conclusions which always converge into ... confusion, strongly proving in front of the public that i can't clearly see the journey of my life. Trying, but failing ... to express myself. The funny thing is that i certainly am in top position ... when it comes about the status of ... "lost souls". Somehow accepting it ... as a pure fact and even considering myself proud of it. Cause ... i finally found a good thing i am good at. So ... i write ... analysing and defining all what is going on ... uselessly trying to comprehend the nonsense i am part of especially ...

In front of the emotional ... i become blind. Many times ... i have no idea how to react ... or by contrary ... i over react. Extremely stupid. But ... still ... i have an addiction for the subject cause it helped me a lot to get rid of that zombie status i had for so many years into the row. So ... i try to smile. I analyse and define ... lots of those episodes from my life ... and into the end writing about it ... i just laugh. I understand but also accept ... my absurdity. And ... i do all my best to not deny it anymore. Also ... when i feel overwhelmed of the emotions ... especially if ...

I was meditating over a list of tips and tricks that could help us improve our lives ... and i think the main trick we should have in mind is just ... try to not control anything at all. Only play on the stage of our own lives ... and even being surrounded by so, so many energy forces ... we should embrace all of them ... no matter if they are positive and negative. We should somehow dance with those energies and enjoy the dance itself, which actually means accept everything happens, even if it happens for a reason difficult to be understood now. You see, we have lots of options in life, ...

I am writing about sexuality itself, without being afraid or ashamed ... clearly knowing it's actually a way of healing our souls. Many define me as a pervert, or a person who lost his minds long time ago ... having no real chance to recover. But i believe that my journey on all the pathless paths i had experienced ... gave me much more clarity. So ... i just write about it. Defining especially the mix of sexuality and nonsense ... ending up concluding ... it's actually an abstract therapy. Or at least for me it was. And still is. Analysing and defining into my books ... the weirdness ... i...

I write trying to understand the secrets of life, but mainly why I can't adapt myself to duality... into a universe which is dominated by it. And ... i keep writing. But ... the real truth is that i am not really a writer but a person who's so, so confused and confusing ... clearly proving that i can't understand anything at all. Of course... like many others. But ... i continue my philosophical and spiritual journey. Becoming so afraid of karma ... and desperately trying to run away of uselessly provoking it ... but always failing. Looking so much ... like an idiot. And probably... being ...

I try to understand duality, feeling addicted to it ... somehow still dreaming that one day I'll meet a woman ... which can really understand the fantasies from my mind. Unfortunately ... reality is different. Totally different. Meanwhile ... I meet a new lady ... and a new one ... and then another one ... and when I believe i am finally lucky ... i see again that all is just ... a nonsense. The absurd ... in its absolute form. So ... maybe i am responsible of such a dynamic ... but no matter what ... i just hate it. Looking like a curse ... experienced in continuous form. All being ...

Each time when i don't understand something that bothers me into my real life ... i start writing a book about it. Trying to clarify it. To deeply understand what is going on. And ... i write and write. All being a form of ... self-therapy. So ... this time i come in front of the public asking myself ... why the hell i continue pushing the love connection that i am involved in?! Why i can't stop myself doing it?! Why those connections related to duality ... fail so often?! Why i can't continue being happy like i was into the beginning?! Why i can't experience the happiness in continuous ...

A new book. A new illusory tendency of trying to understand the weird dynamic of love relationships. Trying to understand ... why the hell i can't be happy near this woman i desperately love. Failing. Failing ... again and again. Cause ... you see ... into the beginning i really thought i will be happy ... hoping so much i'll get from her what i really want... but always ending up experiencing ... the absurd. So ... the question is why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Meanwhile ... i still write. Analysing and defining ... but unfortunately feeling i am too weak as a man ... and i can't really change ...

I've written the book "Absorbed of ... parallel realities" as a way of trying to understand my own life. So ... i've did all my best to reveal ... the truth which i can't really say to the people knowing me for real. It's not that i am ashamed of my immorality ... cause i am not. Not anymore. So ... short story ... adoring duality ... being in fact addicted to it, i've started to connect with more and more women. Experiencing the concept of parallel realities ... every single day. Unfortunately ... becoming confused. Also confusing for all those women ... but adoring to taste those vibes ...

I've started to write the introductions ... at the end, when the book is already finished. It's somehow more logically because I begin to write ... first the title ... and then revealing lots of things, thoughts, feelings and emotions ... without really knowing what i will actually write. All being unclear ... even to myself. I know it sounds weird ... but into the end ... you'll see that everything is even more and more unclear. Too many contradictory ideas ... converging into a point when i can actually declare myself even more confused. So ... the book "In love with souls ... as a poetic...

I've started to write as a form of self therapy ... trying to heal my broken soul ... while in love. And even if nothing magical happened ... i was just revealing ... in fact ... the beginning of the weird dynamic of a life ... which i didn't know so much about. Feeling i am lost. And actually ... totally losing the control on myself. Sometimes also becoming ... insane. For real. Of course ... i am ashamed to admit it ... and ... But ... all continued. Still continues. And probably will still continue. So ... I understand all ... i accept insanity as a secondary effect of the decision of ...

I've heard one time someone saying ... "It takes me days to recover after a dream with you in it". And somehow this is what i was feeling near my beloved ... Carla. Falling in love of her ... again and again. Yes ... every day. But you see ... she was a dream. A real one ... but a dream. I keep writing into this journal ... revealing the intensity of my emotions experienced while with her ... and ... So ... to tell you the truth is all about the vibes. The energies i am chasing for ... again and again. And i call my story with her ... a dream ... because today i feel that my real world is ...

I write as a form of self therapy ... always trying to heal my soul. Feeling ... so, so many times that I'm hurt and experience a terrible pain. Knowing everything. Feeling it so deeply. Coming up with so many logical explanations ... but not really doing anything to save myself for real. Yes ... I know it's all toxic. I know that i've ruined myself since i am with her ... but i still allow as the nonsense to continue. She's abusing of me. She's daily provoking me ... till a point when i become a real devil ... torturing her ... like she never experienced before. So ... we allow all to ...

I write as a form of ... self therapy, somehow admitting I've already become addicted of it. I write about my life. My own experiences. And ... i look so incoherent that you might even start thinking that someone should take my right of being allowed to write. And ... you know why?! Because i write a lot from that state of ... darkness ... while being imprisoned into that cell with invisible walls called ... love story. Being so confused. And ... confusing. But having the gut of revealing all that toxicity from my life. Even if it's related to me ... or to her ... but never really be ...

It is difficult to understand the human being ... but even worst ... it is even more difficult to understand our own souls. ... our habits. ... our desires. ... our tendencies ... the ones we follow. Everything defines us ... from the past ... present and ... a possible future ... one that might appear in the way we want it to be. And when we start to analyze what is really going on with us ... but also understand that life is ... not just a collection of perceptions and emotions ... we start to keep wondering why the soul is always following so many contradictory directions. Why today we ...

There are lots of books published every year, with all kinds of theories, but not so many expressing the concept of abstract love. I would define this a reflection of our thoughts into the real life. We call it abstract, cause have nothing to do with the normal dogmatic way of seeing the love stories. Real love, that perfect scenario with the perfect partner, can be seen at any age, depending of the luck our karma allows us to have. But we want it so much, that the Universe allows us this meeting, with only one obstacle which in many cases makes the love story imposible. Thinking in a ...

OVE ... the pathless path that goes to your soul. Is really love a necessity for our lives?! Why can’t life be much simple, mathematical, with very clear rules to follow?! Why we need to fall in love?! We should spend our lives only following the path the society taught us about ... finish school, get a job, make money, try to be successful, retire ... and then die. Why we need this complicated story of studying what love is about?! Well ... first all of you have a heart inside of you ... to feel the life ... and being in a love story everything becomes more “real”. Following just the...

It’s all just … a perception Me and Arij … try to define life. We do it … almost … as a hobby. We became without even realizing … what some people would define as … philosophers.\ But we feel more … just … ordinary persons … that simple can’t stop thinking of the meaning of life. Our own lives … but also of life in general. And all we write … it’s kind of a philosophical dance. A mix of perceptions …. very well synchronized. The perceptions of an … ordinary man … and the one of an amazing … young … feminine spirit. And the question that might come into ...