True Colors – Part 7

All the students, looked so gloomy, 

Full of colors on their tummy. 

Even tho they’ve interacted, 

They were easily distracted. 

One day they were map creators, 

Next day they were dominators, 

One day they were dancing fairies, 

Just like in Po’s early memories. 

It became worryingly harder, 

Also pleasant in a manner. 

Even tho they lacked the order, 

They were friendly like no other. 

From the group someone was special, 

Pretty, by the name of Rachel. 

She amused him every day, 

With her quirkiness and play. 

Followed by their heart compasses, 

Talking even after classes 

They did everything together 

Under warm or awful weather. 

True Colors – Part 6

All these questions troubled Po. 

‘Why did I accept to go?’ 

Is it really necessary? 

What if all is ordinary? 

But his thoughts got interrupted: 

‘Welcome! Please come in, beloved. 

Take this bed and take this food. 

You’re now in my brotherhood.’ 

‘Thank you Duke..’, said Po with sorrow. 

I am nervous for tomorrow. 

‘I can see that, but no worries! 

We can’t wait to hear your stories!’ 

‘We are 42 fresh students 

Gathered like a pack of noodles 

Ready to absorb the knowledge 

When thrown in a bowl of porridge.’ 

The next day he went to teach, 

And prepared a friendly speech, 

“I am Po and I like colors, 

But I’m here to teach you numbers.’ 

True Colors – Part 5

So he left for Kathardhis, 

On a boat, over the seas. 

He felt lonely, but with purpose. 

‘I can’t wait to teach the numbers!’ 

After weeks of float at sea, 

Good to face his destiny, 

He placed foot in a new land, 

Where the colors are at hand. 

‘Are you Po? ‘ a voice comes through. 

‘Yes I am, and who are you?’ 

I’m the Duke of Tantori. 

For three months you’ll stay with me. 

The appearance of this Duke 

Opened Po, just like a book. 

He felt glimpses from a day, 

When he sang, and danced and played. 

He saw others, on the street, 

Watched them closely, top to feet. 

All of them seemed nice and gloomy, 

Full of rainbows in their tummy. 

‘So much color in these places, 

So much kindness in their faces. 

Is the structure really good? 

Is this mission understood?’ 

True Colors – Part 4

‘No’ he said, ‘is it a dish?’ 

‘It’s a land, beyond the fish’. 

Far more than you can conceive, 

And it’s urgent, you must leave. 

Po was startled: ‘That sounds scary! 

I have been so ordinary. 

What’s to do a Po like me, 

In that place? I need my tea..’ 

‘Don’t you worry’, said the master. 

‘It’s just chaos, not disaster. 

Everyone is full of color, 

There’s no structure, there’s no order.’ 

‘It’s a mission, with no borders. 

You must go and teach them numbers. 

It’s important, it’s a cause. 

Help them focus, cause they’re lost!’ 

‘You are right! Oh my dear.. 

I must act in spite of fear. 

I will go and teach them numbers, 

They’ll be structured like no others.’ 

‘Oh my boy, you’ll make it through, 

I am very proud of you! 

Take the books and take the knowledge. 

Share it like a bowl of porridge. 

True Colors – Part 3

And he left. He met his teachers, 

Other Pos and other creatures. 

He learned so much things and wonders, 

That forgot about the colors. 

Slowly they became more structured, 

Closing in and being nurtured 

By some building blocks of stone, 

Merged into a single tone. 

After years of things and wonders, 

He chose working with the numbers. 

From the vast structure and logic, 

Numbers had a bit of magic. 

He was best at knowing numbers, 

For himself and teaching others. 

But one day, while public speaking, 

He was called up in a meeting, 

There he was, his master teacher, 

With his best friend  Mapoliter. 

And at first they asked him this: 

‘Have you heard of Kathardhis?’ 

Duality

I had this realisation today about the power of duality and I feel it is a very important message that needs to get out there.

I want you to take a coin and a marker and draw one side of the coin.

Now imagine you are that coin.

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You see, each time you make an act of kindness, the clean side of the coin gets cleaner.

Each time you do an act of harm, the dirty side of the coin gets dirtier.

If you decide to follow the clean path of the coin, which most people think it is the correct way to go, you are making the cleaner side of the coin stronger, but equally, you are making the dirty side of the coin dirtier, and equally strong.

You see, in this world there is duality. You cannot experience love, without experiencing hate. And vice-versa. If one dies, the other one dies too. If one exists, the opposite must exist with the same intensity. How can you define one or the other without creating its opposite?

The more you follow one path, and become stronger in love, compassion, forgiveness and so on, an equally part of you exists in the world, equally strong in hate, envy and aggressiveness. If you deny to accept this side of the coin inside yourself, then that side will manifest in the form of other people, who will be very drown to you and orbit in your surroundings.

When you start to heal, and release parts of yourself that you do not like, those parts are not destroyed, they just manifest in a different form or person in the world.

When you clean your house, all the dust and garbage does not evaporate. It is just transported to an other place. And that garbage eventually returns to you, in the form of soil or air pollution. The best compost for plants is made out of dead scraps and excrements. The plants do not reject the garbage. They thrive out of it. They also thrive from the “clean” and pure elements, from water and sun.

When there is a country full of peace, a war starts in the other side of the world.

Same goes the other way around. When someone choses the path of “evil”, deceiving and doing harm on others, rejecting the good in themselves, that good does not go away. They will attract the most kind and forgiving people in their lives that will cause them a really hard time.

We are not separate. We are just the same coin, moving parts of ourselves from one place to the other.

Some of us are scared of the dark side of life and try to avoid it. We tell the truth , we love, we forgive and run away from people who are not like that. We say they are toxic. In the same way the “toxic” ones can’t stand the “good” people. They are annoyed by them. They cannot understand them and their ways. They judge them, hate them and even envy them.

Ironically, feeding one side of the coin, equally feeds the other side and they both become equally powerful. The more powerful they get, the more they try to destroy their opponent, because the coin becomes like a magnet with perfectly opposing poles, negative and positive. If both sides would be mixed with negative and positive, in acceptance, it would be a balance. But once each side becomes 100% positive and 100% negative or close to that, they will try to destroy and control each other. And this is a war where nobody wins. You cannot win against yourself. Love cannot win against hate and vice-versa, when they are one and the same, just different sides of the story.

The solution? Acceptance.

You cannot avoid this. You cannot experience peace without experience anger, you cannot experience happiness without experiencing sadness, you cannot experience hate without experiencing love . Believe or not some people enjoy anger very much. It makes them feel powerful. To avoid one side of the coin would mean to just avoid it all. To live in a complete void, where there s absolutely nothing. No love, no hate, no peace, no nothing. That is the only way, but this life is not build like that. Maybe only in death we can find that void, but it is not a guarantee.

So take a step back, and see the whole coin. Accept the coin as it is. If you want to clean one side , fine. If you want to draw more on the other side, fine But remember, it will eventually come and bite you, like a snake eating its own tail. Nothing disappears, it just gets misplaced, for a temporary time.

Mankind’s biggest disease

You may think mankind’s biggest disease is hatred, greed or lack of compassion but actually mankind’s biggest disease is control. And it doesn’t happen on the top levels, in those who govern countries, cities or institutions. No. It happens everywhere, in the average person. We are all part of this disease. Let me exemplify.

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The child-parent dynamic

At first, the control is manifested by the parent. It is done to such extent that the child’s life is meticulously controlled by the parent before the child is even born. What he will wear, how he would behave, how he would look and what profession he would have. The argument of the parent is simple, but absurd : “I made you. I am your parent.” If the child doesn’t behave as the parent’s wants and desires, there is punishment, either physical or emotional.

As the child grows, he may learn how to control his parent to get what he wants. He may learn that acting a certain way or saying a certain thing, will make his parents do what he wants or at least avoid doing something he fears. The child learns how to deceive and wear a mask.

It is all a big masquerade. A vicious and sick masquerade that can continue for years.

The relationship dynamic ( romantic or platonic)

As the child becomes an adult and starts to interact with other people, making all sorts of relationships, the control disease not only continues, but becomes more vicious and severe. It is like an open wound turning into a gangrene.

The adult now has discovered more tools to use and gain control over the other, like money, sex, possessions, looks, job titles, status and emotions (guilt, shame, silent treatments and fake affection)

Commitment in a relationship is not about safety, loyalty or trust. It it is about control. Planning the future (where is this going, what should we purchase, where should we travel etc) is not about building a life together. It is about control.

You don’t trust life. And you expect trust from a partner. What a joke. As long as one or both the partners tries to control the other in any way , trust is non-applicable. Trust and control cannot co-exist.

The society dynamic

Inside the society, every possible institution or company will want to control you. And a lot of them will 100% succeed. Religion will control what you think is wrong or right. Schools will control what to learn and what you believe as “fact”. Mass media will control your view about the external world and what to fear. Private companies will control what you wear, what you eat, what you buy. Politicians will use all of the above to control you as a whole and distract you as much as possible from the reality that you are a slave.

The inner control dynamic

This type of control is manifested as self harm. It is the control we impose into ourselves. Trying to control our emotions, our thoughts or the views of others about us. In time, this suppression turns us into robots. Beings without life, with calculated moves and tones of voice. The more you control yourself, the more dead, and life-less you become.

Control versus Power

Those on top of society are hungry for power. Unfortunately for them, the ones who seek to have power could never have power. They can only have control. The ones who truly have power, are the ones who do not seek it. Power is an internal state of being. It is an inside force that radiates like the sun. The power is not harmful and doesn’t suppress . The power expands to others. The power unites and inspires.

Some also mistake money for power. Money is just a tool that can be used in control. Like deceit, sex, guild, shame, and other manipulation tactics or tools.

Control versus Responsibility

Being responsible simply means taking accountability for your actions. Deciding to go one way and taking on all the consequences that comes with that. Control does not make you responsible. Control does not make you mature. It just shows your lack of integrity. Because someone who seems to have everything under control, clearly used manipulation tools which most of the times are not ethical. You cannot use control without using some sort of deceit. Because life cannot be controlled. And life is truth. A truly responsible person will be the one who creates the chaos. Because a responsible person speaks the truth. And the truth can cause disruption and destroy the facades.

Control versus Love

Finding true love is hard in this world and so many try to define it and justify their actions in the name of it. But just notice this. A person who controls, is not capable of love. Love is part of life, so it cannot be controlled. A flower does not control itself. It blooms, it spreads its perfume and it dies. It does not try to control the other flowers. A flower is full of love. A flower radiates love. A river that flows radiates loves. A river does not try to control itself or others. it just flows. Humans on the other hand try to control its course. It stops it from flowing building dams, which eventually break and cause floods. A seed of control planted in a relationship is like a ticking bomb ready to explode. And love cannot grow in a war zone.

Control versus Action

Control has nothing to do with physical action. You can simply manifest control with your thoughts and imagination. You can create a very realistic prison in your head. Releasing control does not mean you become inactive. On the contrary. Letting go of control, will tear down the walls. It will make you feel alive again. It will make you feel inspired. And when the inspiration is strong, action just comes naturally. And it is not a forced action. It is joyful action. It is fulfilling action. It is an action that creates and expands your soul. And this type of action is the most powerful.

The cure for control

The first step in healing any disease is identifying the root cause, which in this case, is the fear of death.

Life is unpredictable. Life is uncertain. Life cannot be controlled. And life goes hand in hand with death. At every step you live your life, you can step into death. You cannot have one without the other. The moment you start to deny and suppress death, you start to deny and suppress life. And this is how control starts.

The more you try to control everything around you, the more you are scared of death. You have to accept death. You have to accept that life is not meant to be controlled. People are not meant to be controlled. Life is meant to be lived and experienced, in the present moment.

The moment you start to control and to plan, you are already dead. A walking dead. The spark of life is dead. The beauty of unpredictability is dead. You become bored and lifeless.

When you are trying to control your partner, you are killing him/her. You are destroying the uniqueness and beauty of their unpredictability, by doing and saying what you want them to do. You are killing everything around you. Trying to control your pet, your friends, your coworkers, your surroundings, even the weather. Stop it! Just let life be. Let other people be. Let life flow through your veins, along with death.

Replacing control with intention

Instead of using control to live your life, use intention. Know yourself. Discover what makes you happy and set intentions. Don’t stress about how to get there. The less you plan and stress about it, the faster you get there. You stress all day about your future. But can’t you see? The future is merely a reflection of your present. How do you expect to be happy in the future if you are miserable right now? Happiness cannot happen with planning and control. You simply cannot control yourself into being happy. You are lying to yourself! Happiness can only be when you let go of control. Safety and security is not happiness. Safety is a cage you build around yourself, preventing happiness to get in. Preventing life to get in. How can you say you live life when you are in a cage? The more safety measures you take, the thicker the walls of you cage. Are you investing in tools for creation and expansion or are you investing in your cage?

The best gift you can give to others is releasing your control over them. Much love to you all!

True Colors – Part 2

He was magical and fun, 

He was brighter than the sun. 

But his parents had a vision, 

And they came with a decision. 


‘Oh my dearest, lovely Po 

We must say it’s time to go. 

Tummy colors are distractions. 

You must learn writing and fractions.’ 


You must shape your tummy structure, 

To support you and to nurture, 

To sustain your daily life, 

To bring harmony and light. 


You must learn to be like others, 

And give up most of your colors. 

You must focus, go to work, 

So you won’t get sad and broke. 

True Colors – Part 1

In a Monday afternoon, 

Po was playing in his room. 

He imagined being king 

Casting magic through a ring. 

When you look at Po at first, 

You can feel emotions burst 

Through this cat like, gloomy face 

And a tummy spreading grace. 

When he’s happy, you can tell. 

When he’s angry, sad, as well. 

Rainbows change from proud and bright 

Into gray, or black as night. 

When at sleep, his tummy shows, 

Galaxies that no one knows. 

Such amazing magic sights, 

Filled with dust, colors and lights. 

Po has an amazing mind, 

You can say, one of a kind. 

Every day he’s someone else, 

Even if it makes no sense. 

One day, he’s a map creator, 

Next day he’s a dominator. 

One day he’s a dancing fairy, 

Next day he’s just ordinary. 

The Green Suit – Chapter 2 – The 4G Quadrant

Peridot is sitting with his posterior on one of the working desks, joggling his feet in the air, being too short to touch the ground. He watches Homar arranging in perfect order the scattered remaining parts. Usually, after everything is put in place, Homar has the habit of wiping his forehead with his right palm and standing tall, with his hands placed on his hips, gazing at the new clean space. 

“Good, now that you’re done, can we get to the mission?” asks Peridot, with a big smile and wide eyes. 

“What mission?” 

“The lady on the bus…she left us the address. I have it in the database.” 

“Ah yes, sure, sure. Let’s see. Where does this lady live?” 

“Quadrant 4G, 6A building, room 2B.” 

“Quadrant 4G? Are you sure?” 

“Yes, that’s what it says.” 

“That’s impossible. Maybe it’s a scanning error? I can swear there are only 6 quadrants in this city, from 4A to 4F. “ 

With a puzzled face, Homar pulls out a small device from his pocket and starts addressing it: “City Map 2g7k2.” 

Immediately, the device begins to project the map of the city, which Homar can manipulate using verbal commands. 

“Hmm … that’s strange. It seem that quadrant 4G exists on the map but it is not populated with streets or landmarks. It’s like there’s nothing there.” 

“Nothing or not, the lady lives there, so we must go anyway. How can we get to this place?” 

“According to the map, we have to change three buses, but the closest bus station to 4G quadrant is hundreds of steps away. So after we arrive there we will have to go on foot until we find 6A building.” 

“Perfect! Let’s go then.” 

“But Peridot, don’t you find a bit strange what’s going on?” 

“Yes I do Homar. It’s very strange. That’s why I can’t wait to get there. It’s also very exciting!” 

Homar looked at Peridot with a troubled and angry look, but deep down he agreed with him. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s go and see.” 

After changing the 3 buses, the landscape observed through the window was getting darker and darker, with fewer sources of illumination. With each passing station, the bus emptied more and more, until only the two of them remained inside. 

“Peridot , let’s be honest here. Aren’t you a bit afraid?” 

“Ah, yes, of course I am. Recently I polished my shoes, and I’m afraid I’ll step into some nasty stuff left by the burgundians. My nocturnal eyes are not as they used to be.” 

Homar feels a sudden tremble in his stomach, and then starts laughing hysterically. He was not even sure whether the laughter was caused by his partner’s cute naivety, or whether it was a defense mechanism against the worry and fear of the unknown. Peridot, a little confused, begins to laugh as loudly, being incredibly amused by the noise of his partner’s laughter, which he heard for the first time. The fun is suddenly interrupted by a feminine robotic voice: “This is the final stop. Please leave the vehicle. Please leave the vehicle”. The two of them get a bit shaken in their chair, take their bags on their shoulders, and exit the bus. The only nearby light sources were some public illumination at thousands of steps away, the orange moon in the sky, and the windows of the bus that was making a turn back to the city. Homar pulls out the device attached to his belt, presses some buttons, then a strong blue light is projected in front of them. Peridot follows him, making the same maneuver. After scanning the surrounded area he points out: 

“Haha, you laughed at me, Homar, but as you can see, it’s full of excrement on the ground.” 

“Oh I see Peridot,” said Homar a little worried, “but they seem a bit too big to be produced by burgundians.” 

“Well who knows, maybe through these places they eat a lot better than in the city. I may be mistaken but it looks like there are some agricultural fields in the distance” 

“Maybe. In any case, let’s not waste time. We should be heading in the opposite direction of the city, and in order not to get lost, please save in the database the location and the path we’re following. I will emit the light, and I will constantly consult with the map.” 

“Very well partner,” said Peridot as he pushed some buttons on his device, “Let’s go!” 

 The path was well defined, being covered with small stones, in between some crops of wild plants. The energy emitted by the orange moon favored the pollination of the nocturnal plants, which scattered luminescent pollen into the air, creating a mystical atmosphere with millions of floating radiant dots. When the light emitted by Homar’s device touched the pollen, it scattered rapidly, acting like a clever defense mechanism. 

The deep tranquility of the place, away from the noise of the city, gave them a state of comfort and inner peace, occasionally interrupted by the fear of the unknown. At one point, Homar dropped the device from his hand, startled by a loud, animal-like scream. Peridot stops for a few moments, then puts his hand on Homar’s shoulder. 

“Are you alright partner? Please, stay calm. It’s just my stomach growling. Did you bring any resources? I’m starving!” 

Startled and a little nervous, Homar searches the tool bag, and pulls out a sealed transparent bag full of some white cubes. 

“Here you go ! please do not eat them all. We don’t know what hungry creatures are waiting for us in these places. It’s good to have something to offer them in case we are attacked.” 

Peridot nods approvingly, opens quickly the bag and shoves into his mouth half the cubes . As he was preparing to chew, he notices a faint light flashing in two tones, blue and green. 

“Homar, look! I think we’re approaching the lady’s home! “ 

Homar turns off the light emitted by his device to see clearer, and confirms: 

“Yes, it’s true. We finally have a reaching point.” 

 With a calm smile and a tired face, he stares at the sky full of stars, closes his eyes and says out loud , “Thank you Universe!” 

The new landmark discovered encourages them to accelerate the pace, having now a clear target. Peridot even skipped chewing his food, swallowing almost all the cubes,  in order to breathe properly at the new speed. 

As they approached more the flashing lights, they began to realize that they were a lot more far away than anticipated, and at the same time, they started to notice thousands of other identical and synchronized lights coming out of the horizon. After about 1,000 steps, equivalent to 3 bus stops, Homar could finally turn out the light emitted by his own device, the trail being more and more visible without its help. 

“What a lousy administration this city has Peridot. Why would they deny access to bus transportation to this wonderful neighborhood, where certainly thousands of fellow citizens live.” 

“Surely! although I would not mind walking daily this route , surrounded by so many beautiful lights. It kind of reminds me of my home planet.” 

“Really? How was your planet Peridot?” 

“Hmm…how should I explain this? It was basically alive! And full of love. She treated us like her children, not like some parasites that consume her resources. It was mutual respect.” 

“But what happened? How did you end up here?” 

“They needed volunteers and I offered. It was my decision, trusting I was going to learn new things, but it does not pass on a day without thinking about my planet. I miss her so much…” 

Homar did not know how to react to these new emotional affirmations. He was not accustomed seeing his partner sad or melancholic ,since he always had a big smile on his face. He preferred to ignore the situation, and to focus on the path. The lights were getting closer, and it was easy to distinguish their source. The scenery they were seeing in front of their eyes was so confusing that they preferred not to speak until they fully reached it. 

“Peridot, do you see what I see? Is this real?” 

“I hope so! “ 

The light source began to be distinguished.  

“Are these..plants?” 

“Yes.. huge woody plants … They resemble trees, but they have a weird color and more branches than usual.” 

The two watched the wonderful scene in front of them. The air was fresh and fragrant, driving away all the fatigue accumulated on the road. There was a sound of flowing water, vibrating  with melodic lines. Along the trail, on one side and the other, there were thousands of gray plants, with rigorous, woody bark, with branches holding bright globes that flashed synchronously in two colors. Their trunk was very tall, and very thick, requiring at least 20 persons to embrace it in their arms. Peridot felt a warm feeling inside his heart like a loving embrace , as the surrounding atmosphere reminded him of his mother planet. All of a sudden he gets excited and curious like a child and rushes towards one of the trees to touch it. As he reaches half a step away from one of them, the floor lights up, and a bright light comes out of the bark indicating a code: 2A. 

“Homar! Look, look ! These are not ordinary trees.” 

“No,” said Homar, with his eyes wide-eyed, “these are homes.” 

To be continued