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Date:27.11.2012 ; 12:44

Entry Number : 3

Numbers. They have always fascinated me as a creation of man. Sometimes I even doubt that's true.Numbers can be seen anywhere in the universe, you just have to look for them. In other words, you need to have a need to find them and they will appear.

For the past 2 years I've continuously seen number patterns, especially when looking at the clock. When it comes to practical use of numbers, time measuring is something that so neatly fits with them it makes me smile. 

But back to number patterns. They are something so abstract that the definition of them is the only proof of their existence. I've seen throughout these 2 years several variations of number patterns, all of them fascinating me every time I see them, but not leaving any specific meaning behind. All except one.

1234. First logical analogy people make is a mark of a new beginning, the number one of course being the start and the equally escalating numbers 2,3,4 behind them. 

Of course being the amateur philosopher that I am I asked myself "Why?". To answer that question I made research based on numerology facts around the internet.

The main thing I got out of this didn't explain why 1234 was considered as a divine message of a new beginning, although proving my suspicions correct. Other sites stated that 1234 was a number of perfection. One site said something that seems really strange considering it for a fact. It said 1234 means 1 thing 2 say 3 words 4 you (I love you). In other words a message of love. From someone to me. 

Let's look closely at 1234. 1+2+3+4=10. 1+0=1. 1+2=3; 2+3=5; 3+4=7; 3+4=(1+2)+2+3. So its more of a laddering progression if you put it on 2 rows.

1+2+3+4

(1+0)+(1+1)+(1+2)+(1+3)

[1+(0+0)]+[1+(0+1)]+[1+(1+1)]+[1+(1+2)]

...

Its almost as if the further you dig into something , the simpler things are ,but in greater numbers. So take thing one step at a time.

In other words whenever I see the number sequence I have to chill, take a breath and take things slowly and one step at a time. Well if that's the message from the universe, I shall obey :)

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Date:27.11.2012 ; 00:06

Entry Number : 2

Inspiration. Truly one of the most hard things to understand, especially if you need it. Elusive as it is, it comes exactly when you don't expect it. Maybe that's the beauty of it.

Lately I've been down in a rut and haven't been very motivated, art-wise. I've kinda stumbled into an emotional hole and it appears I'm happy in it. Driven by pure laziness, my daily life has turned into an endless monotone repetition of events. It's like a reoccurring dream, which you remember will be the same and yet you expect something to happen.

I need a boost. A twist,unexpected, shocking my mind out of this state. In a chaotic world that ours is it's ironic that I can't find chaos when I look for it. One thing I've learned so far in my life is that if you're looking for something specific, chances are you will never find it. It's living without any wants, any needs that's the true goal. Ridding yourself of all mental burdens to enter a state of awareness, sharpening your senses to the world. 

I need a change. Motion. Beauty. It's hidden somewhere. Life's quest is to find out where.

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Date:24.11.2012 ; 21:24

Entry Number : 1

Just woke up. What better way to mark a beginning. It's a strange connection, the transition from asleep and awake. Within those 30 min after you wake up is where the magic happens. The brain hasn't fully woken up,bringing out thoughts,memories,ideas,dreams you had while unconscious. This is the point where the sub - conscious surfaces,just for a little while, yet enough to affect permanently your thoughts.

I was dreaming. A happy dream. Me,walking up some marble staircase,entrance to a big building,seemingly which I thought of as a school,everything bathed in pure white and golden sunshine. Heaven? No,my mind doesn't think this trivial of things. Immediately in my mind flew in images of random people passing by, faces blurry,yet their own independent odors I could very specifically distinguish. Perhaps the connection between our senses is something of great importance to our perceptive image of what life IS. Walking,for what seemed like hours,I passed others,tranquil,happy with the sensation my body resonated from this place. 

I awoke. Darkness. The Yang of life as I call it. Complete contrast of what I just saw.But the sensation,oh the sensation. It remained. It's still with me,fading now of course while my mind starts circulating the blood faster and faster,beginning the waking process. In these cases I'm thankful I am nearsighted. It slows down the process,allowing this golden space, a gap, transition between off and on to preciously exist, at least for a short period. Zen, as a lot of people like to call it, was the word best describing the feeling I had. And it's sad, that the time taking me to write down these words, is the condition as for why I speak in the past. But I choose to remember once in words,than sensations.To remember with the mind, in order to remember with the body aswell.