EXPRESSIVE PAINTING
יוסף טנאי | Yosyama Saldemar | Visualize | iSlow

in my early twenties, 30 years back or so, after way too much schooling and military service I realized how inattentive and practically destructive and senseless those people with and where I lived were. Not that anybody lacks the literal intent to do good still no good ever shown, true, they say the road of good intentions lead to hell, but no one ever dare look to the end of this statement.

Imagine if after 15 years of education where the main course is conformity to social games dipped entirely in ignorance, then without no break add three years of military refinement with participating in a devastating war as dessert, a war that shook everybody so bad still, my personal final dish was, when one year after, my deeply loved girl friend died in my arms in a lethal car accident – The next morning when I woke up, I heard as loud as you can allow yourself to imagine; the all humanity shout in suffering, hear the billion voices crying to the top of the throats. They say this is Samsara’s blast !

Yet, to my astonishment, no ability to listen and share, understand, calm or heal any of those experiences have I sensed in any one close. Which is the state of mind and heart do they live I wondered. Then came those lonely years when I went into the shadows of the holocaust and all together, the seventies were the years when The Fog drastically started covering the earth, It was the beginning of the end of this cycle, now many know better. now some see, like it is revealed In the Handbook for The New Paradigm, the whole of the process, the purposely decline of our spirit was hidden. Then, I wondered this land lost and humiliated, nobody could see me, I was damn and forgotten as reality was still covered with modern man’s self-solitude and pain.

With that inattentive manner not stopping anywhere at all there was a question asked in me; as to how and when did this start ? and I dared raise my eyes and looked further, much further into the past I saw Jesus and how they treated him – and he held the solution to all that, like Clairvoyant, I went through down into his heart, and I became his heart.

From that moment there was a transformation happening in me, as I now knew people would not change, I had to regain my own responsibility over everything. Just the notion there is redemption at hand, turned me into something else, another person as if, and those who had enough of me until then in my freaky artist phase, they now were not prepared to swallow the presumable Buddha that was sitting crossed legged on the grass with that transformed alien vibration, a new me apparently – as some of me was lost in the pain with another recently reborn.

tags: [good intentions] [conformity] [ignorance] [Samsara] [transformation]