Soul unleashed

–warning! Enormous, boring and incomprehensible text ahead–

Are you trapped into your brain-device?

I love experimenting with more direct approaches to inner-self. Things I recall, soul wounds, personal nightmares and desires are all trapped inside this mysterious brain-device located on my highest place I obviously call ‘the head’. I also love the notion of the other (if not the same) soul-device which lacks physical form but I feel its presence in various places like my spine or deep in my chest marking my every move with flowing energy I call ‘the emotion’.

Those are my tools. I can unlock distant or create never existed kingdoms using these powers. I can express a wide range of emotions using drawings, imagery, music and words but still I could not unlock the full potential of my powers.

That pisses me off!

The trouble lies within you

Consuming valuable time wondering why, does not work, as my I.Q. rates are not above the ones of an average man (that was a hard one to admit). I am unable to find solutions to complicated or philosophical questions and I’m getting so mad about it I can’t even think straight.

I’m open to feelings though. And what I felt during my expressive writing sessions is easy to describe: Imprisoned.

I got imprisoned by my own devices. My ethics, aesthetics and my mother tongue. Condemned to speak the same words over and over, usually afraid of using them to dig into my own psyche.

There is one thing that can go very wrong when using your mother tongue. You get so overwhelmed by the vastness of meanings -which is almost a good thing in many cases- that you scare the shit out of your soul-device, which feels weak and too exposed to cooperate.

Moving outside the troubled soul

And this is my experiment: Using a language other from the mother-tongue transfers the main point of view to a place outside of the inner self and maybe further (like a building at the other side of town), making it easier to express deeper thoughts and emotions which in your surprise you haven’t actually experienced into this text yet!

The proper use of the language is of no importance to this experiment. The desirable outcome is to unleash the soul-device and bring the human side confronting the godly side of the self in equal terms.

Maybe this is another way of talking bullshit in a different language and don’t have to feel guilty about it.

Maybe it’s a heavenly way to be inspired and doodle little purple diamonds on a piece of paper and most of all you can seriously cause damage to your mother-tongue-readers by making them switching brain sides like crazy. And that is exactly the point. The meanings can be magically transformed in this wisely built language while the writer can have the (false) notion of hiding his/her meanings as well as feeling a sense of accomplishment through the use of a second language for thought-digging and inner-talking rather than formal letters and unrealistic, soulless and spineless texts of New York’s daily financial press.

Lack of conclusion

Dear readers,

If you’ve reached the end of this psychic unbalanced text you are so loyal and brave that I’m almost afraid of you!

Your lack of comments will not mark the end of this experiment (OK, I lied. Good feedback always helps experiments) and please, for God’s sake do not judge my English because If I ever get the chance I will judge yours and I can be really ruthless! (Again this is not the point).

And what is the point? I enjoyed writing this (my opinion-specific-writings in Greek look quite ridiculous anyway).

After all, my home is my castle, and my blog is my playground!

– end of alert and possible end of the experiment –

Want a song with that?

Clap for the Wolfman by the Guess Who

art by pandaface, raphaelclass, DanniDoll