Diario di un Esorcista
Trilingual -> 3 Lingue [ITAliano] 1 Post -> 3 Languages [ENGlish] -> 3 Idiomas [ESPañol] [ITA] Ogni volta che scrivo in una lingua tra quelle che parlo sento che sto lasciando da parte qualcuno di importante. E' una frustrazione per... Continue Reading →
The doctors say I can go back to life. So hello rainy life! There's nothing better than an umbrella above your head and a trip to the mountains to recover and heal with good air. Today I'm so excited!!! Viva la vita!!!!!!! lp
(Disclaimer: #Usetheenglishluke is a self-born linguistic challenge coming from my desire to improve my third language using words from other bloggers I don't know or I don't normally use in my work. These are the words I'll use in today's #Usetheenglishluke Challenge: wreak havoc - piss me off - endurance - rabid - chuck - embodiment - worshipped -cowherd - barred - solidly built - rub) Sometimes you... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I spoke about the Old Gold Past Renewed, but today I'd like to think about the present. In my work I have to speak 3 languages everyday. But... if my Italian and Spanish are quite good, my English has a few bugs I have to fix. I work with human mind, well, with my... Continue Reading →
Hi everyone, Featherless Shaman takes a break. I created this profile to give a chance to people to understand the way of the shaman, the value of the ego, the hidden power of semi-anonymity. It was an experiment that led me to important knowledge and put me in contact with some wonderful people! But this... Continue Reading →
Today is a special day! The circle of stones moved during the night, creating a chaos of smiling, neutral and sad faces. The ritual involves the use of the dying moon as a catalyst. The door of shadows had to open to allow the shy spirits to come out like night flowers and give the response.... Continue Reading →
The alps are like old sentinels of ancient glaciations. Here i had my first experiences in meditation and shamanic connection to world synchronicities. I'm coming back after years, just to play my drum in loneliness, covered by the comforting hug of december fog. The silence of the man, helps the mountains to speak out their... Continue Reading →
There was once a boy. He was 13 years old. He had freckles and red hair. Every summer his parents brought him to the sea for at least a week. It was a Swedish resort in a foreign land. The fragrant pine woods hosted a network of small and medium houses for families, or for couples who sought peace and tranquility.... Continue Reading →
Today I've been seeing a crazy guy in the metro station, cursing god and speaking to an invisible man at his side, and I was realizing i'm just that crazy too. It's not like I want to say everyone is crazy or have to be crazy to be awaken, or that I'm victim crazy because society doesn't... Continue Reading →
