My journey began outwardly in London , England, where I spent precious days of my “teenhood“. Speaking Cockney and sweeping floors at pubs south of Thames, I learnt that something was missing. So, my next journey was to be inwardly.
I found a Guru, practised meditation and Kriya Yoga among other this & that and I learnt that something was still missing. So, I went to university, studied Psychology, did an MA and a PhD and practised Community Psychology in Brazil amongst the “less privileged” ones. I saw a lot during all these precious years but I also learnt that something still insisted in go missig.
My next journey was both inward and outwardly.
I moved to Canada. I moved to Canada and lived long years in different provinces and under different suns and unique moons.
I lived near the border to the South and I lived up in the North, at the border with the circumpolar where days are forever and nights are eternal. I lived among the ones who were here “First” and I lived among the ones who were here then. I looked into the eyes of the passioned ones and I rested my ears on the chest of the ones who carried the snow in their hearts. I talked languages lost in time but I also spoke softly so that I would not bother the Spirit of the Land.
However, even though the birds and the bears and the snow and the skies taught me more than what I had ever seen before, I learnt that something was still there, reminding me that I had not finished. Not just yet. And whereas I kept wandering, something would linger on missing and missing. I rode back south, near the powerful land in the south and I learnt bad things. I learnt how some hated me because the colour of my body temple, I leanrt how some did not like me because of the values I had to offer that they could not touch and sell. I learnt that, for some people, a whole lot more than I ever thought was still missing. And I learnt to forgive.
Then, I started to write.
And suddenly nothing was missing anymore. My soul had been filled with the miracle that words usually do.
And now I learnt I was ready to fly.
By Alberto Carneiro, May, 2018, somewhere on earth.