Darks Clouds stood on the sky. Rain was falling. Everything seemed vanished.

Even if the head space is free,
Bodhilama discovered that the heart space (= emotional space)
must also be free.
And that is not the same thing. Both are different.
You can be free in your mind, but if there is something emotional to process,
it can pull you down and from that point on your head is also occupied.
Head space and heart space are not the same, but they are connected.
When the heart is processing something, the head will always be distracted.

But the head can also be a tool to process those emotions,
or the one that pulls you down even more.
Writing could help with the processing,
but the head wasn't in the mood to write because of the emotions.
It was a vicious circle.

"At the moment I'm in a dark phase.
I don't feel good.
And I feel like there's no one I can talk to.
I have to get through this alone.
I feel so lost. My home, Planet108, feels so far away at the moment.
Just because of this stupid entry permit"

Bodhilama had to apply for an exit permit to leave the valley he was in.
It was easy to get in, but difficult to leave.
The officials sent him a letter back,
informing him that they needed more documents
to prove his intention to leave the valley.
He now had to wait several weeks before he could submit a new application.

"I don't understand this. They make this valley so beautiful, peaceful and free.
You're free as a damn bird, but when you want to leave it,
suddenly you're not so free anymore.
I remember a few months ago, I wanted to leave,
and the same thing happened..."

He hesitated. His mouth opened slowly.

"...Then I lost motivation and stayed."

Something in Bodhilama's subconscious began to bubble.

‘Wait a minute. Has anyone ever left this place?
This place looks so good, too good.
It's so easy to get into, and it's so beautiful that you don't want to leave.
And when you want to leave, it's bloody hard.

Bodhilama started to stand up.
Light shone in from the entrance to his cave.
That was strange, because the sun was covered by the clouds.
Slowly, he took one step after the other towards the entrance.
He reached the rocky floor,
half of which was bathed in shade
and half of which was illuminated by light.
As he took a step into the light,
a universal knowing flooded through him.
Everything made sense
and he knew that he came from somewhere else.
Planet108 was the key. He had to go there.
He was a prisoner following an illusion.
But the real world was outside the cave,
outside the valley, now he knew for sure.

"Who are these officials?
They want a purpose from me, but what is their purpose?
I don't quite understand what's going on here,
but this place is very fishy.
I need to find a way out."

A single ray of light pierced through the clouds.

Lovely,
Bodhilama

These are the Letters of Bodhilama, a guy who lives in a time of transformation.
A guy who felt the urge to write, because nothing else made any sense.
A guy who is a student, teacher & creator of (wild)Planet108.
A solar punk finding his way on the game's journey of life.
Subscribe to become part of the stories he tells.
Subscribe to learn his insights he holds.
Subscribe for the sake of it.

©️ All rights reserved to Bodhilama