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Review of my brain

Review of the brain. Or INSIDE OF IT. 
Patient: Ray Not Bradbury :))
The idea belongs to a blogger Mindfump, the link is here if you wanna try itREVIEW YOUR BRAIN

You are welcome, dudes and duddetes!

Let’s begin. Imagine yourself waking up in a white room. All the walls are white and there are no windows or doors. How does it feels?

Cold, pressing, some confusion, clinical, too clean, barren, neutral, bloodless, milky, frosted..?

I see my ‘white room’ like a happy peaceful room. And this is the place where my brain are ‘breathing’ day by day!
I’m here too. The Rider Of The White Powder. Yo! Spreading the soft white light on every un-dusted or dusted surface.There’re none. No floor either. Oh, what a beautiful place! Feels like home.
You can meet all possible things inside of this brain-room, if you’ll name them.

White Santa,
White sand,
White salmon (i know, i know, right haha),
White scorpions,
White brownie,
White eyes,
White …(continue)

And yes, we are all here, in the same room. Kinda crowded. But only if you look from the outside. From the inside it feels like being inside of a cloud.

Suddenly, all of a sudden-unexpectedly-all-at-once-without-any-warning someTHING arrived. From Nowhere. The Idea. It isn’t white. It isn’t colourful either. Its transparent, but I can see it. Its starting to bounce from the wall to the wall…with a-speed-of-the-light-a-blink-of-an-eye-nanosecond-twincling-heartbeat.

(in that moment I usually open my notebook, or calendar, or remembary-app to write ‘that idea’ down. IN RUSH…with a shaking hands. No. Or maybe. Haha).

Got yaaaa!
That’s Me.
Can you hear my ‘White Voice’?

The Idea is a Bitch. If you’ve missed the chance to catch it -> it’s forever gone. At least in my white room. Hm.

Then there’s again a moment of the white silence:

the birds are singing,
a child is playing by the river,
a bell is ringing,
and heaven floating in my heart.

Too empty. Can’t catch any shit.
I’m laughing and letting go. Until next time.
Because there’s always the next idea…waiting outside. Every day.
I’m sleeping peacefully in my white room.

And white flowers blossom in the white garden around of me.


P.S. There’s also a psychological game/test ( I think by Carl Jung) => where you have to describe a ‘white room’. The answer (the way how you’ll describe) ->> will reveal how the person perceive the death or represent what you’ll feel when you are about to die. 

Pictures: Sol on Flickr


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Living in Sweden. Awesome. Happy. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Painting. Meditation/Yoga. I love my life.
"It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters" A. Ray

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  1. Happy Friday! White room! Any grey corners or ceiling since there are no floors?
    Failed that course! I am on the way, to my avocado, and espresso breakfast!
    I have had a questionable habit since childhood of listening to lyrics of songs.
    I sometimes, have difficulty, communicating with people due to this ‘habit’. I guess, I sort of see the songwriters, of my generation and beyond, as the ‘poets’ and book writers.
    Why did y’all get me started??? I have to have ‘breakfast’ or I’ll go sane!!

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