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Every time I realise, through a process of deep immersion into my innermost issues, that yet another one of my issues is not exactly mine, that I carry it as a dowry from some ancestor, or my mother or father, I tend to get angry, feel irritated or hurt. I often spoke of a “curse” that follows me, no matter what I do, how I do it, or where I do it. And this conclusion is always accompanied by a sense of suffocation underlying in a verbal reclamation of my “I can’t take this anymore,” or “I don’t deserve this anymore.” And in most healing sessions I’ve done with others, I have seen time and again this rule proven, as a universal dynamic that seems to apply. Many, perhaps most,…

This summer I suffered. Not just from the heat. Nor just from the countless mosquitoes that found me extremely attractive. I suffered from a memory, the lack of sex in an old relationship, a relationship that never really got off the ground. And that is one of the hardest human sorrows: to have the movement of love cut off before it even reaches the body. So much escalation of emotions that did not touch, did not cry out, did not mark the bodies. So much desire that never reached the other side. Frozen in between, having made a start but never having completed anything. Remaining hidden, filed away, and for years now asking to be seen. Like a dead person we did not honor, did not send off, did not…

At the early hours of a sunny afternoon at the Belvedere Museum in Vienna, I was finally standing in front of Gustav’s Klimt "The Kiss". A painting that I have seen hundreds of times on internet, finally in the flesh! I took my time with it. Realizing its actual enormous size, coming closer to feel the brushes, enjoying the original colours without any digital alteration. Immersed in all of that green… Regenerated by such gracious encounter, I was taking all in; how the painting was connecting me with the Eternal One, how I was feeling being kissed by the Eternal One, and by Life itself, and how freely I was feeling being alive and inspired for being me again. Grateful to the artistry of life and human work, allowing me…