10
May
THE DEJA 'VU ... .. Tracks and fragments from Ostuni
THE DEJA 'VU ..Or SOUL BELONGS TO OUR HEART visuto.
Dear friends! of your experiences will be more important than my words PI blog today. It all begins with a phone call exchanged with a beautiful person named Roy! .... And so it begins: Between reality and imagination. The ancient memory the soul brings us sometimes in the eyes of the photographs already lived.Places, People, fragrances, flavors that already seems to have lived, met, and be stato..tutto in our long journey of past lives.
Oh yeah ! I dare say of lives lived, and here in the fluidity, the dualism between ordinary life and spiritual life: everything that is ... mystical and metaphysical, close to many at the eastern doctrine of the knowledge of the truth of the soul.
We are constantly changing, growing, energy transformation and sometimes a life not enough for us in the spiritual evolution cycle to know yourself.
All the experiences we have lived and we carry creating us a temporary confusion at times alienating, sometimes pleasant but at the same time disturbing, not owners of what happens to us that makes us lose the time-space arc becoming Argonauts in a perpetual journey between past, present and future.
Always surrounded by feelings and emotions makes us feel immortal, so calling a reality that we feel seeing places, places, faces through the colors of our different eyes.
This experience we had all accompanied by a sense of familiarity but also awareness that sometimes does not match really a lived experience and then you live as a sense of "supernatural", mystery, strangeness; the experience lived there earlier remains as a dream and remain indelible within us somewhere hidden in our inner world as a suspended cloud, then pushed by the winds of the soul is discharged into rain of images and sensations genuinely happened in the past. This deja 'vu, although many scientists have tried to theorize it as merely a phenomenon of the brain .. I just want to think that with my soul I will continue to travel to places that I belonged ... and if the memory is short ... our soul is immortal and infinite ....
Fragments of Apulia: Ostuni, Cisternino, Alberobello, Locorotondo, Martina Franca and so on.
A hug of light from the PI
Pi-Soul
