In the year 201…

In the year 2012 No One will come to your rescue
But a thousand strangers will offer to share your burden


So tonight we cross over the timeline to the other side of 2012.

The coming and going of another series of events in the same life of this extraordinarily ordinary person…. This life of mine, that life of yours. The membrane that’s separating you and me is getting thinner every minute.

 The year of 2012 will tear down even more invisible borders between people (have you noticed that it’s becoming increasingly difficult to not empathize?), the technology we use today is a phenomenal catalyst in the process of enabling the circulation of emotions.

Move that energy, push it, allow it, help it circle a thousand times around the world and soon I carry your pain and you carry mine……and we all even out the burden.

We all blend down here.

 If we divide the pain and sorrow in equal shares among us – it will be so bearable…and so unbearable to be the cause of it…..

 This is the effect of transparency, the end of secrecy – as the old transcended masters say:

There is no mystery, only lack of knowledge.

Yey to the Internet, yey to the publication of secret documents, yey to investigative journalism, yey to openness and the ever increasing freedom of speech, yey to breaking down barriers that separates you from me. Yey tofacebook and Like-buttons and cyber-meetings and flashmobs and all creative ways to get messages across.

 Welcome to the economic breakdown so that something more sustainable can grow from that financial death.
I have nothing to protect when it comes to property but I salute my freedom and that, I share willingly.

 So in 2012 I will not come to your rescue
But I will offer to help carry your burden
I will offer you my love and respect
I demand nothing in return
But I ask you to help move the energy
Push it, allow it,
Circle that love around the world
And tear down the membranes!


Pink Floyd said it well….. TEAR DOWN THE WALLS!





I offer you my help

I offer you my help



I mirror my Self


”My 7 Links” – I’m asked by Nico (thank you my friend!) to choose 7 of my blogposts to re-post here. All my posts so far are the answer to a writer’s challenge – #Trust30 challenge where we received a topic to blog about every day for 30 days. If you are new to my blog everything after the words ”Magdis says” are my own words, other words are the ones from the authors chosen by the people behind the Domino project. I posted the prompts exactly as they came to us in the mailbox every day.

So now another challenge landed in my lap – Nico, I thank you for sending this assignment my way – going back and reflecting on everything we wrote in the #Trust30 challenge is nothing less than surrreal.

Did we really write all this?

The way we connected with eachother across the cyberspace was so unreal…special, amazing, humbling. All those hearts touching, exposing the core, the innermost…..


Carefully holding the gems of a stranger’s thoughts in the palm of my hand. Feeling it. Caressing it – adding it to my energy field and watching the beautiful thoughts expand.

So special

The categories, and the winners are as follows:

 My most beautiful post:

Day 30, ”Watch the world light up”

I could feel the finale here, I combined that with a deep profound belief that I have. The beliefe that we humans are evolving into a ”Homo Illuminous”, that many of us truly are on our way to shift our conciousness to live from our hearts. I know it sounds a bit far out but I don’t really worry about that. I’m still Magdis, I swear, watch stupid TV-shows and drink whine whenever I feel like that – and I can feel myself growing spiritually. For real.


 My most popular post:

Day 20 – ”I’m a lighthouse”

Another one of my profound beliefs. Every single soul on this planet (and elsewere) sends his/her reflection in all directions at all times. I ask you please to mend your soul, mend your heart and light up that part of the universe where you stand, right now. If you do that, I find my way easier even when the waves are high.


My most controversial post:

Day 3 – ”Lay down the sword”.

I get many verbal attacks for this viewpoint I have. Surrender, stop the constant fight that goes on in you and around you. The external battles are just a mild reflection of the internal version. Get yourself some peace, lay down the sword.


My most helpful post:

Day 16 ”The relief of transparency”.

The most helpful post for me – I wish for all secrets to be erased. If nothing is hidden there is nothing to fear – no guilt and no shame. If you can see right through me you will know that inside of me I carry the same darkness, and you might seek your own transparency.


A post whose success surprised me:

Day 21 ”….or you could just wear a bird…?”

When I hit the ”publish” button on this one I felt a little tremble inside but it wasn´t because I wrote something I didn’t stand for, just that it revealed a side of me that is very real and near to my skin. Would my fellow bloggers consider me childish…..aaahh what the hell. I am childish, and that’s that.


 A post I feel didn’t get the attention it deserved:

Day 8 ”Me and Magdis, we are doing fine”

So I’m just looking at the amount of comments and this one didn’t get so many. Do I know it didn’t get the attention it deserved? No of course I don’t. I tried to illustrate the 5-year road to intergration between me and my higher Self and if it seemed chrystal clear to me it might have been foggy to others.


The post I am most proud of:

Day 23 ”I really do remember”

I have written about all the pieces that is the human composition, which to me isn’t a metaphore – it is a truth, a fact. Each of us is a concoction of all the lives we have lived on this earth, all experiences that mix with the present, the ongoing.

When we enter our present lifetime we bring all those memories with us – stored in different spaces of our conciousness. Fear shatteres the consciuosness and closes doors in the mind in a way that has complete logic – but for most of us so hard to grasp. Nothing random about a personality, a traumatized soul so hard to get to know, so many shards…. Healing trauma is finding the way to the core of you, to mend the pathways between all that is you….holding the self and the Self together.

Love and compassion is the glue, oh yes.

Thank you for keeping me company on this reflective blogtour, please visit me again!






So here is today’s prompt from http://ralphwaldoemerson.me :

Fire Up by Ben von Burg

“Books are the best of things, well used. What is the right use? What is the one end, which all means go to effect? They are for nothing but to inspire.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

As a writer, your only duty is to be original, to inspire, to put something new on paper. Don’t be reasonable – your job is to to fire up people’s imaginations, to give them permission to dream, and to lift their heads up to the incredible sight of the stars. They may forget what you wrote about – but they won’t forget how you made them feel.

It’s your turn now. Dream, be unreasonable and write what comes to you for 15 minutes.

(Author: Ben von Burg)

Magdis says:


This little flower grows on the floor of my tiny balcony, and it does so because I don’t clean the floor from moss and such.

I enjoy the streaks of green growing where seeds and spores take them – it’s such a fantastic scenery taking place right next to me, such vitality and lifeforce.

I just don’t let it grow on the walls because I don’t want the neighbors to see.

Not so long ago we had a ”clean your balcony from moss and other evils”-day in this building and I cleaned everything but the floor (Please don’t tell).

I like to give the freedom to grow and blossom  to anything and anybody that happens to cross my path.

It’s a short little life we have going on here so let go – set him/her/it free to grow into whatever unreasonable, dreamlike magnificence possible out there.

Let go, let go, let go and do it now…today.

And now I go off to pass the next 15 minutes somewhere else…where the wind blows me 🙂


Energy set in motion, shapeless.


Todays Prompt:
eep in Your Soul by Michael McFadden

“I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
What message is yearning inside you?  What is something you know deep in your soul?  Don’t look for someone else to describe it.  You do it.  Write it down.  Write it as a poem, a sentence or even just a string of words.  Just make sure you get it to paper.
(Author: Michael McFadden


Magdis says:

My most important message is wordless – I can’t cram together a bunch of words to describe this. It’s a certain energy set in motion, shapeless as it leaves my chest – you give it the shape and form of your choice.
So I would like to send out a hug to anyone who needs one right now and say that’s my message, that’s my legacy.
Human touch, heart to heart is what I believe in even if it’s a cyber-hug.

So here we go, here’s a chest-to-chest hug to you my dearest friend, I know life is a bit rough right now, I know you’ve been struggling for a while but remember I’m right there with you. We carry each others burdens and today I will take you across the river if that’s what you need…..

 Compassion is the glue that holds us together….




A story written as a co-creation, three paragraphs at a time.


Unreal Estate


The moon was shining fiercely, more intense than any full moon he could ever recall. It was almost blindingly bright. Of course, he had never taken in the moon from his back, lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.

“At least I can still see it there,” he thought, breathing heavily. “That means that I’m still alive.” But the swirl of the night’s events was overtaking his mind like an out of control carousel. The party, the jokes… who was insulted? Who started screaming accusations? “Why did I run?” he muttered. Nothing made sense.

He needed to be clear, clearer than he had ever been in his entire life… the life that now hung in the balance.


Slowly he turned his head to the right and the movement made him grunt – excruciating pain, bolts of white flashes of that fierce moon like a rocket into his pulsating brain. The need to start assessing the reality of his situation was necessary but not tempting.

 Memories where starting to line up in a more orderly fashion and he didn’t enjoy the way that the scenery unfolded. ”Oh no, he whispered, ”I didn’t say that did I? Damn that Tequila….”

 He could barely open his eyes, if he remembered it correctly there where a couple of terrible blows to both eyebrows and the swelling was troublesome to say the least. When he finally got his vision under control – he gasped for air.

To be continued…..


Magdis – last three paragraphs

Tiffany: You have the next three paragraphs. Continue the story, post it in entirety on your blog and put the link on the Facebook page of The Writ.

Then choose who goes next:

  • Nico
  • Melinda
  • Amber


I have everything to lose


Today’s prompt:
Nothing to lose by Tanner Christensen

“Self-censorship is not just self-betrayal and self-abandonment (which would be bad enough), but soul-betrayal and betrayal of our Muse, out inner voice, our highest self.”

Too often we censor ourselves, our actions, and our work in hope or fear of what might happen if we otherwise don’t. What words would you write today, and what actions would you take, if you had nothing to fear, nothing to lose?

(Author: Tanner Christensen)


Magdis says:

I have everything to lose

Friendship is conditional, self respect is conditional, love is conditional and there are unwritten rules to all aspects of life. I constantly walk under the foreboding shadow of the possibility that I will be excluded.
Banned from the crowd, unwanted.

Storing memories from a lifetime when we were outcasts, lepers, banned from society, and welcome nowhere.
It’s so near to me….. just around the corner of my minds busy street – that feeling of alienation, “We are here, you can see us – but you don’t belong in the circle.”

A circle drawn on the street with a chalk crayon – inside you’re safe, outside you fall, get eaten by tigers, taken by pirates or even worse – you have to go home.
Remember that? Such tragedy, void opens, darkness swallows all hope and your best friend walks hand in hand with another the next day.
I have everything to lose.

Walking along the corridor in the office building, a group of colleagues chit-chatting, laughing – voices drop as I approach….. I’m back outside that circle, falling towards the pirates. I’m out and the game comes to an end.
Everything to lose, unbearable solitude.

Creativity gets nourishment from that solitude, books get written, art constructed, colors flow on a canvas and transforms pain into form.
The necessary duality of darkness vs light, love vs hate, the possibility to show form as form is presented to us.
Would that be possible without all these children outside the circle drawn with a chalk crayon?

When I have seen the dragon I can paint it, when the hurricane has torn everything to shreds I can dance them and when I’ve heard the sound of the ghoul I can make it into a symphony.

First when I’ve lost everything I can go out and seek my truth with nothing blocking my vision……and there’s hope for me too…..