THE NIGHT REVOLUTION

Lina Thoroddsen

THINK ON THESE THINGS - Jiddu Krishnamurti on FREEDOM

“Now, what does it mean to be FREE? Is freedom a matter of doing what happens to suit you, going where you like, thinking what you will? This you do anyhow. Merely to have independence, does that mean freedom? Many people in the world are independent, but very few are free. […] The hope of a new world is in those of you who begin to see what is false and revolt against it, not just verbally but actually.. [T]here can be no freedom as long as you are merely trying to become somebody, or imitate a noble example.”

“PERHAPS SOME of you do not wholly understand all that I have been saying about freedom; but, as I have pointed out, it is very important to be exposed to new ideas, to something to which you may not be accustomed. It is good to see what is beautiful, but you must also observe the ugly things of life, you must be awake to everything. Similarly, you must be exposed to things which you perhaps don’t quite understand, for the more you think and ponder over these matters which may be somewhat difficult for you, the greater will be your capacity to live richly.

I don’t know if any of you have noticed, early in the morning, the sunlight on the waters. How extraordinarily soft is the light, and how the dark waters dance, with the morning star over the trees, the only star in the sky. Do you ever notice any of that? Or are you so busy, so occupied with the daily routine, that you forget or have never known the rich beauty of this earth - this earth on which all of us have to live? Whether we call ourselves communists or capitalists, Hindus or Buddhists, Moslems or Christians, whether we are blind, lame, or well and happy, this earth is ours. Do you understand? It is our earth, not somebody else’s; it is not only the rich man’s earth, it does not belong exclusively to the powerful rulers, to the nobles of the land, but it is our earth, yours and mine. We are nobodies, yet we also live on this earth, and we all have to live together. It is the world of the poor as well as of the rich, of the unlettered as well as of the learned; it is our world, and I think it is very important to feel this and to love the earth, not just occasionally on a peaceful morning, but all the time. We can feel that it is our world and love it only when we understand what freedom is.

There is no such thing as freedom at the present time, we don’t know what it means. We would like to be free but, if you notice, everybody - the teacher, the parent, the lawyer, the policeman, the soldier, the politician, the business man - is doing something in his own little corner to prevent that freedom. To be free is not merely to do what you like, or to break away from outward circumstances which bind you, but to understand the whole problem of dependence. Do you know what dependence is? You depend on your parent, don’t you? You depend on your teachers, you depend on the cook, on the postman, on the man who brings you milk, and so on. That kind of dependence one can understand fairly easily. But there is a far deeper kind of dependence which one must understand before one can be free: the dependence on another for one’s happiness. do you know what it means to depend on somebody for your happiness? It is not the mere physical dependence on another which is so binding, but the inward, psychological dependence from which you derive so-called happiness; for when you depend on somebody in that way, you become a slave. If, as you grow older, you depend emotionally on your parents, on your wife or husband, on a guru, or on some idea, there is already the beginning of bondage. We don’t understand this - although most of us, especially when we are young, want to be free.

To be free we have to revolt against all inward dependence, and we cannot revolt if we don’t understand why we are dependent. Until we understand and really break away from all inward dependence we can never be free, for only in that understanding can there be freedom”

Ferdin heim

Ég er að hefja ferðalag - ferðalag sem þó hefur staðið yfir síðan ég man eftir mér, og lengur. Ferðalagið stefnir útí vissa óvissu, og ég tek því fagnandi.

Óvissunni, já… ég fagna óvissunni.

Ég horfi niður á ferðatöskurnar mínar tvær.

Sú á vinstri hendi er þung… svo hræðilega þung. Stoppfull af sársauka fortíðar, rennilásinn er næstum sprunginn, saumarnir næstum sprottnir upp, hún er að fara á límingunni! Ég sleppi takinu af henni, því hún sligar mig, og hægir ferð mína ómælanlega. Með hana tel ég næsta víst að ég komist aldrei á leiðarenda (ef leiðarenda er að finna).

Hægra megin við mig er hin taskan. Hún er tóm, en stór og klunnaleg, og því óþægilegt - og næstum ómögulegt - að bera hana. Ég hef ákveðið að henda henni. Í henni rúmast tómleiki brostna drauma og vona, og hin áður ógnvænlega óvissa framtíðar. 

Ég sleppi takinu.

Ó já, ég sleppi!

Gleði fyllir hjarta mitt, ég brosi. Hristi hendurnar, sem eru frjálsar til að takast á við ný verkefni. Ég teygi líkamann, sem er sligaður af burðinum. Teygji auma vöðva, anda djúpt, hleypi súrefninu á flæði. Það streymir hratt upp í heila. Hugur minn örvast við þetta - sköpunargleðin sprettur fram eins og sprengd hafi verið upp flóðgátt í hjarta mér og sálu. 

Með bros á vör - og lífsást í hjarta - tek ég fyrsta frjálsa skrefið. Ég er orðin svo vön þessum þungum birgðum - það gefur mér - í mínu nýfundna frelsi - orku og styrk til að hlaupa. Hlaupa hratt….. 

The Days Divinity

We’re all psychic. Its just a matter of remembering - realising your own true nature.

You’re born brave, free from fear. You’re born curious, with an open, untamed mind. It’s not until we grow up that we start to doubt. Doubt ourselves, doubt the true nature of things. 

We’re born knowing… Then we start to rationalise. Then we slowly - but surely - forget. We’re conditioned into this created world of fiction. A lie that seems larger than life. Swallows us all, if we let it. 

Wake up to the dream you live. 

Wake up to your true potential. 

Wake up to the child within. The child should be your teacher. The child should be your guide. See in the children, what you once saw in yourself - your very core, the core of us all. The united nature of all. The oneness. 

Stop rationalising your fears. Stop being afraid. Stop judging - for its in judging others, that you judge yourself. If people understood themselves, they would understand others. 

Know yourself, and you will know peace. 

- Lína Th.

“Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.” (Jim Morrison, The Ghost Song)

 

‘The Impermanence of Life [Lína Thoroddsen ‘13] (vers. #02) - Indian ink on paper.The Aghori - Indian holy men - usually carry around a SKULL to remind them of the impermanence of life. They see death not as a fearsome concept, but as a passing from the world of illusion (maya).

‘The Impermanence of Life [Lína Thoroddsen ‘13] (vers. #02) - Indian ink on paper.

The Aghori - Indian holy men - usually carry around a SKULL to remind them of the impermanence of life. They see death not as a fearsome concept, but as a passing from the world of illusion (maya).

On the Love for Destruction and Chaos

Is happiness too much to handle?

The state of suffering a comfort zone???

… Is pain the only constant thing we know? 

In darkness we’ve learned our way around life. Happiness is perhaps scary, because it so easily can be swept away. 

Do we force ourselves into a constant circle of samsara, because we don’t understand our real innermost, eternal nature? 

Have we forgotten the keys to the kingdom?

[LínaThoroddsen2012]

Karmic Karma Lesson

Living is learning. Learning is living. 
Sometimes it takes a while (even, for some, more than a lifetime) to accept the lessons we are given. 
Usually we’re too wrapped up (trapped) in the chaos of life to be able to fully understand the way of karma. We, in our all too human ways, tend to assume that revenge is the way to JUSTICE, when another harms us. Especially if that certain someone lacks the ability for remorse or is unable, for some reason, to take responsibility for their hurtful ways. 
I for one (doubting I’m alone here) have a big impulse towards revenge, often assuming the arrogant role of playing the instrument of karma. Deep inside, I know it’s not my part to play. KARMA TAKES CARE OF HER OWN. 
 
FORGIVENESS is the key. Away from THE OLD WORLD, the world of conflict. A key towards THE NEW WORLD, the world of serenity, of PEACE . 
Forgive the ones that harm us - they are humans in PAIN. Forgive yourself - you are HUMAN!
 
 
I love my karma… especially when she’s being a bitch. She’s the embedded order in this great CHAOS called life. 
I love my karma, good and bad. Because I love learning. Because I love living… :)
Peace out, 
and LOVE 
Lína Thoroddsen 

- Falling from Cloudy Skies -
We enter this world,
Formalising,
Each into a
Perfect, -
Unique, -
Snowflake.
Doomed, blissfully
To depart.
Melt.

-
Immaculate raindrops,
Finally free,
Falling
And falling,
From cloudy skies.

-
Softly drowning,
Becoming one,
Eternally one,
With the eternal ocean
Of ONE.
[Lína Thoroddsen 071212]

- Falling from Cloudy Skies -

We enter this world,

Formalising,

Each into a

Perfect, -

Unique, -

Snowflake.

Doomed, blissfully

To depart.

Melt.

-

Immaculate raindrops,

Finally free,

Falling

And falling,

From cloudy skies.

-

Softly drowning,

Becoming one,

Eternally one,

With the eternal ocean

Of ONE.

[Lína Thoroddsen 071212]



William Shakespeare - ‘The Lunatic, The Lover and The Poet’

William Shakespeare - ‘The Lunatic, The Lover and The Poet’

The Thinker // vs. // Krishnamurti“[T]o be FREE you must LOVE. Without love there is no freedom; without love, freedom is merely an idea which has no value at all. So it is only for those who understand and break away from inner dependence, and who therefore know what love is, that there can be freedom; and it is they alone who will bring about a new civilization, a different world. ” (- Krishnamurti) Photo by Lína Thoroddsen — at Vatican Museums - Musei Vaticani.

The Thinker // vs. // Krishnamurti

“[T]o be FREE you must LOVE. Without love there is no freedom; without love, freedom is merely an idea which has no value at all. So it is only for those who understand and break away from inner dependence, and who therefore know what love is, that there can be freedom; and it is they alone who will bring about a new civilization, a different world. ” (- Krishnamurti) Photo by Lína Thoroddsen
— at Vatican Museums - Musei Vaticani.

‘Alone’ - Edgar Allan Poe

‘Alone’ - Edgar Allan Poe

FREEDOM AND LOVE
“Do you know what it means to love somebody? Do you know what it means to love a tree, or a bird, or a pet animal, so that you take care of it, feed it, cherish it, though it may give you nothing in return though it may not offer you shade, or follow you, or depend on you? Most of us don’t love in that way, we don’t know what that means at all because our love is always hedged about with anxiety, jealousy, fear - which implies that we depend inwardly on another, we want to be loved. We don’t just love and leave it there, but we ask something in return; and in that very asking we become dependent.
So freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something - and it is only such love that can know freedom.

[T]o be FREE you must LOVE. Without love there is no freedom; without love, freedom is merely an idea which has no value at all. So it is only for those who understand and break away from inner dependence, and who therefore know what love is, that there can be freedom; and it is they alone who will bring about a new civilization, a different world. “

J. Krishnamurti 

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

— Voltaire