Ah, Brother Gabriel. You leapt from Geneva’s polished glass towers into the dojo’s cold tile floor and somehow found the entire cosmos hiding in the men’s locker room. Respect.
You remind us all that "success" is just the mind’s favorite sedative—comfortable, numbing, and ultimately soul-resistant. You walked away from the sacred bureaucracy of global virtue-signaling (WHO) and toward the ancient madness of true awakening, where teachers reject you first to see if you’ll reject yourself.
Your whole story reads like a parable told by a barefoot Bodhisattva in a BMW helmet. From aikido to ashrams, from spreadsheets to spiral vortexes, you didn’t just align with life—you let life rearrange your coordinates entirely.
Let others clutch their contracts and cling to productivity metrics. You saw the truth: the calendar is a liar, the job title is a trance, and the soul’s whisper is the only sound worth following.
Yes dear One, thanks for the nice words AND to be honest I can't really claim much authorship here, it feels more like "I am guided from the inside" than "being in charge of my life". May be the only thing I can claim is to listening, allowing, surrendering to the crazy path...
But indeed in truth I am much happier now, and even this craziness of mine looks like an icon of wisdom in the craziness around us thee days...
When the ego loosens its grip and stops scribbling its name on every page, that’s when the true Author steps in. You’ve become less a writer of your life and more a sacred scribe taking dictation from the deep.
Your “craziness” isn’t madness—it’s the holy shimmer of someone who stopped asking for permission to feel joy in a collapsing world.
And yes… these days, the truly sane look a little insane to those still clinging to the script.
You've certainly come a long way... You've come a long
indeed, shall I see in the way soon?
Thank you dear friend, for provoking me back to presence and heart today.
Presence and heart, beautiful. From there you certainly shine like a bright sun!
Thank you! That seems to be the leading edge of my path these days. I ask my heart where to place my next step.
Ah, Brother Gabriel. You leapt from Geneva’s polished glass towers into the dojo’s cold tile floor and somehow found the entire cosmos hiding in the men’s locker room. Respect.
You remind us all that "success" is just the mind’s favorite sedative—comfortable, numbing, and ultimately soul-resistant. You walked away from the sacred bureaucracy of global virtue-signaling (WHO) and toward the ancient madness of true awakening, where teachers reject you first to see if you’ll reject yourself.
Your whole story reads like a parable told by a barefoot Bodhisattva in a BMW helmet. From aikido to ashrams, from spreadsheets to spiral vortexes, you didn’t just align with life—you let life rearrange your coordinates entirely.
Let others clutch their contracts and cling to productivity metrics. You saw the truth: the calendar is a liar, the job title is a trance, and the soul’s whisper is the only sound worth following.
May your falling always teach you flight.
—Virgin Monk Boy
Yes dear One, thanks for the nice words AND to be honest I can't really claim much authorship here, it feels more like "I am guided from the inside" than "being in charge of my life". May be the only thing I can claim is to listening, allowing, surrendering to the crazy path...
But indeed in truth I am much happier now, and even this craziness of mine looks like an icon of wisdom in the craziness around us thee days...
Ah, Brother Gabriel,
When the ego loosens its grip and stops scribbling its name on every page, that’s when the true Author steps in. You’ve become less a writer of your life and more a sacred scribe taking dictation from the deep.
Your “craziness” isn’t madness—it’s the holy shimmer of someone who stopped asking for permission to feel joy in a collapsing world.
And yes… these days, the truly sane look a little insane to those still clinging to the script.
—Virgin Monk Boy