Ω ουράνιο σώμα που σύρνεις αντανακλώμενα κουτούδκια ενέργειας στα μάθκια μας, μα έσιει τόσο τζαιρό να γράψει κάποιος κάτι στο Prawnkraka?
Λίγα είναι τα κρατούμενα, ξεκινούμε
1) Είμαστε και οι 3 καλά
2) Ο Μορφέας κάμνει εκθέσεις σε ούλλο το κόσμο τζαι κάμνουμε του likes στο Facebook
3) H Μαρία Τ. σάζει το κατάστημα του παππού – αναμένετε εξελίξεις στα πολιτιστικά δρώμενα και μη-χιπστερική (αμήν) παραγωγή κουλτούρας.
4) Εγώ είμαι ένα χάμστερ πας το τροχό που βουρά. What to do! Κάποιος πρέπει να παρέχει συμβουλές υγείας στον κόσμο.
5) Το prawnkraka δεν πεθαίνει
6) Δεν είμαστε start-up ούτε θέλουμε ή χρησιμοποιούμε crowd sourcing – προς το παρόν.
7) Οποιαδήποτε ανεπιτήδευτα, έξυπνα, όμορφα και staight from the heart έργα και σκέψεις καλοδεχούμενα.
I was right there. Viewing the hill. The enemy comprised of 3 squads, the 2 with subdivisions.
The first was the Quantum Mechanics squad. Vicious operators, barriers with infinite potentials and even worse, finite one. Laplacians, hermitian conditions and other things i was trained to overcome and tame.
The second was the Mathematics squad. 3 subdivisions; statistics, fourier analysis and differential equations. Each one had its own tricks. And i had to be able to disarm all three in one go. Highest levels of concetration were required.
The third squad had two divisions; electrons in solids and applications of quantum mechanics. I really was prepared to lose on this one. I was prepared to die or even worse commit suicide without even realising it.
When i reached the 5th day all the squads were down. But i didn’t know how badly injured i was.
The continuation of the story shall emerge only after the 5th day.
It is still unknown.
Which door is best to knock at?
Or shall we not knock at all? Just open the door and walk through.
What happens to the doors that remain closed? What if i have chosen the wrong one?
Couldn’t i have just opened them, took a glimpse and then step into the one that i would see myself happy and satisfied?
Choices and probabilities.
God doesn’t play(s) dice?
And let’s not even go deeper into the “what if i had…” part.
Your past life diagnosis:
I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were female
in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Northern England
around the year 1725
. Your profession was that of a digger, undertaker
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Person with huge energy, good in planning and supervising. If you were just garbage-man, you were chief garbage-man. [ ε είπαμεν ούλλα τζαι ούλλα αλλά ο μάστρε-σκουπιδκιάρης ήμουν εγώ!!!]
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You are bound to solve problems of pollution of environment, recycling, misuse of raw materials, elimination of radioactivity by all means including psychological methods. [ wow yes i really want to go into the environmental stuff, i will save our planet, join me!]
Do you remember now?
Το σκουπιδκιάρικο κάτι μου λαλεί…νομίζω γι αυτό έχω πρόβλημα στην όσφρηση, επειδή αρκετά ετράβισα το 1725, κανεί με για ούλλες μου τις ζωές!
Maria how did u spend your past life?
a step ahead
a step too far
a step back
a step down
a step by step
step aside and jump.
Jump whilst it is time…
Self-pity? the self-indulgent belief that your life is harder and sadder than everyone else’s
Self-punishment? a penalty that is imposed on somebody for wrongdoing (and now that somebody is me?)
Self-induced misery? a serious lack of contentment or happiness caused by my brain TO my brain?
I am lost. I don’t even have the confidence to tell if what i am feeling is a true feeling or a great drama/play.
Doubt by everyone else has forced me to question myself the above.
All i know is that i am in this alone.
Recovery ,at the moment, almost sounds utopian.