Jackson Pollock: "Eyes in the Heat" (1946) Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice

Looking around me, all I can see are lies being pushed to the surface.

There is the outer world and everything that is happening right now.  The financial meltdown, the banking and debt-crisis, the political crisis and breaking up of systems, the environmental disasters, the food crisis, the struggle for freedom, the paralysis of fear and the denial of what is unfolding here – a global meltdown of a network illusions, symbolized by a nuclear accident in Japan.

And I look at it and keep thinking – this is precisely what is happening inside of me as well. This inner turmoil of losing old core- beliefs, identities, conditionings and strongholds. An internal melt-down of my own center and all egoic thoughts that held it together – a safeguard against the erroneous belief that dying is the end.  Nothing I ever thought was stable does hold up anymore. In an awesome synchronistical movement, it is simply dissolving and all that remains is based on stillness. Indeed, nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal remains…

End-times are new beginnings and I am watching myself creating my own world.