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Manifesto

Born a dreamer, throughout my life I was stubbornly struggling for my dreams to come true. As dreamers are wont to do. One fine day I had a tiny epiphany on what this fight was really about – defending inner vision from the stranglehold of my dreams. That was a turning point. The struggle ceased, somewhat, and is increasingly becoming a focused effort of implementing that vision in every day life. Practicing what I preach, hopefully. Still engaged on occasion in a fruitless battle of desires, I am now slowly learning how to breathe.

To paraphrase Hubert Selby Jr. – dreams we should crush in us, before they are crushed, inevitably, by the world. To give up on our vision, however, is to sell our souls. Dreams are illusions built on our fear of mortality and our Dionysian need to be egoless in order to overcome that fear. In contradiction to their effervescent, fleeting purpose – if dreams survive their ecstatic moment and overstay they usefulness, they thrive mostly on hubris and are viscously deconstructed by the world. Visions endure any kind of brutal attack from the world or from within – for they are messages that our souls bring into this life from the Beyond.

You will find plenty of people that will give you a helping hand and encourage you to dream. Not many out there nurture true vision. Visions are dangerous, unsettling, and very often, unpopular. They begin by rocking rubber dinghies and end up managing to sink entire fleets. Dreams are usually egomaniacal, visions never are. That’s how we can tell the difference between a sane visionary and an insane dreamer who, more than frequently, fancies him or herself a visionary.

Visionaries reveal to us uncomfortable truths, they make us question our beliefs, they touch on our vulnerability by unmasking theirs, making us fragile in our humanity, and humble (or irritate) us by their determination. Dreamers move in circles, visionaries ride on a spiral without end. This spiral is the DNA of Mother Earth and of our species.

In our world addicted to prettiness, the Wildesque beauty of truth, and the truth of beauty, has been deceptively presented as a professionally designed, perfectly palatable image.

This weaving of the Maya is building a parallel, illusionary universe, founded on a billion little lies. And one day we might all collectively cross into that world, unaware that we are losing the one thing that makes us souls – our capacity for empathy. For to empathize truly with the other, you must be aware of the truth in your life, as well as the truth in theirs.

Our spirituality is now a fashion statement, not our state of soul. We are rapidly becoming mere headline readers, in all matters of life, lazy to turn the other page and question the sound bite devised to form us, not to inform us. And yet, we are taking it in like sugar, it gives us a high of invincibility, it removes us further away from our intuition, and our intuition is the only key to unlocking the power of our vision. Our mind is too much of a show-off to ever be trusted fully. And our emotions are too easily led astray by personal desire. The New Spirituality is more often than not – a fool.

You will know that you have met a visionary when you feel sobered up, focused and clear. But, also, when you feel that you are loved. Unconditionally.

This planet has known savagery, there is nothing new that is done by man to man (or animal, or soil) that is in any way different to any other era…. except one thing: never has in the known history of mankind the greed of the few, supported by sloth of the many, brought the planet to an actual verge of physical destruction.

Few are born visionaries. Visionaries instinctively understand consequences. But many can become visionaries once they choose to connect with their inner voice. You cannot, really, remain jaded, or cynical, or indifferent, and still be fully alive.

My only ambition is to be a little pebble in the stirring of the collective dream. One of the myriad little pebbles falling into the Great Ocean of the collective unconscious right this minute. It will have achieved its purpose just by you taking a moment to ponder this. It will be hundredfold enhanced by your brief connection with the presented work. If it jilts you closer to your own potentials, and is a little helper in your own heroic fight against the gangsters of illusion- I’ve hit the bulls-eye.

In hope that we stop collectively dreaming and wake up to being…
with love,

Milana

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