Our Life Always Expresses The Result Of Our Dominant Thoughts.

This is what I have to go through... On my way home (yes; home!) from a café or bar to my hotel at night. And it will be cool then, only about 20 degrees celsius. At daytime, the shadows in this little parque are much appreciated; today around 30 degrees... BUT who gives a damn about the weather! Like talking about it... Yeah right... So: An "old" mobile-cam like the one in my Xperia Z5 Compact, actually makes better pictures than the (small but new) 'real' digital camera. Like the lights/shadows in this photo. Back to my troubles: This is what I have to put up with after an evening out in Castelo de Vide. A small town; population 3.500... What would "a night out" in a danish town with under 4.000 inhabitants be like? I don't wonder; I know... So why the difference? In favor of Castelo de Vide, obviously. Cultural totally other way of living. Here is actually LIFE! Also at night. "Because of the climate", some say. Well, in winter here it is (very) cold and (very) wet! I do know... I simply don't buy that 'climate-thing'. But back to my troubles... And my hotel, eventually. Then I'm supposed to write! When I can sit on my balcony, and look at the lights on the opposite small mountain, the valley, the town... And breathe that air. And... Oh, I do REALLY have a hard time... Right? No?!?! Well... #castelodevide #jardim #nightlights #night #park #paradise #streaks #nightout #culturaldifferences #portugueseculture #wayoflife #whyiloveportugal #laurieandthestoryof (It IS still there, somewhere...) #andtheniamsupposedtogotomyhotelandactuallydosomewritingwheniamalmosttoohappyafteranightoutincastelodevideanditspeople (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter (none whatsoever!) #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Castelo de Vide)

Sommersjov II. Sommeren raser afsted. Som en flok rabies-befængte klaprende rævesakse. Nej, det er ikke retfærdigt. Det er ikke alle rævesakse der har rabies.

Matthias Bitzer

There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)

Danish prose at https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/05/23/fejlspejl-spejlfejl/ English summary: GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT. Then you end up here. As expected. You can see the light at the end of the tunnel. You start to walk. As you're supposed to do. It takes a while before the lights gets brighter, before you can begin to see what it's made of. There's some movement, shifting shadows, and even a figure. Your movement towards the light is timeless, so you don't know when you realize. If it has been hours or days. Time doesn't matter. And in some peculiar way you don't react with fear or panic. When you see. It is nothing but a reflection. Of the light at the other end. The light is a mirror, where you can see yourself and the light so far away. At the other end. And you know that it is a mirror too. You wonder why it doesn't scare you. Maybe it's the lack of time. You turn and start walking. #mantelsroman.wordpress.com #mantelmomento #danielmantel #gotowardsthelight #mirrormirror #reflection #neardeathexperience #cheat #timeless #experienced #udenfilter #learningbydoing #whatmattersmost #eternity #betweenlifeanddeath #decisions #nothingreallymatters #being #aliveorjustbreathing #carefree #heavenorhell #andwhoreallycaresicertainlydontthisisjustthefirstofafewwaysoutfromfacebookandothertimerobberssowhattheandsoon... (Usual one-off hashtag) https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/05/23/fejlspejl-spejlfejl/ (her: Tunnel Of Light)

Status... Det er umuligt at skrive en status. Her er et billede af en sol. Resten er tomhed. En venten uden håb. Der er andre billeder. Og der er det store perspektiv. Liv og død, naturens gang, den evige cyklus. Den er ligegyldig, det er teori, der er ikke plads til den slags. Det kommer, måske, engang. Det burde være muligt at skrive en status. / Forts på https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2021/01/24/status/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #sol #status #fiktion # #mantelshistorier.wordpress.com #https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2021/01/24/status/ #https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=3619096111461086&id=100000821994936 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKiswdeh1-0/?igshid=oa28o1w7rqf5

Actually, almost no difference... 🤡🤣😳😵

April Fool’s joke news is harder to spot because we live in times when ordinary news is ridiculous.

Sommersjov III – At passe i sin kasse.

Step out into the open fiction...

Step Outside

Step Outside

Do you see the world in your selfie?

Do you feel the touch of another in your keyboard?

Do you hear the voices of the children, the poor, the joyful, the persecuted in your ear buds?

What is it that you use the phone as a mask to shelter yourself from?

What is it that you are afraid to feel from another soul?

What is it that you run away from, that you avoid, ignore, or hide from while in your gadgets?

There is real beauty in the kaleidoscope of creation to see.

There is true love and compassion out there for you to feel.

There is pain and sorrow, joy and triumph all around for you to relieve, celebrate, fight for, and understand in the world outside your cellular box.

Will you step outside?

K. C. Barry

Including myself...

“People never learn anything by being told. They have to find out for themselves.”

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Paulo Coelho