Love or Fear ? — An Ode To Nomads
by Lena
You know, I have really gave the “normal” life a try. But you know how sometimes you wear a dress, that is gorgeous, but it just doesn’t fit you best — that is the case here. It just didn’t fit.
I can try to pretend that it does, but you can only fool yourself that your dress fits perfectly only for a while, then you have to go to the tailor. Tailor does a great job, but something still doesn’t feel right, so tailor says “Sorry, there’s nothing more we can do to that dress, you just have to get a new one”. And so you do, but the story repeats itself. That’s what happened in my life…
The “normal” life of a well-lived home, in a neighborhood in which you know every cobblestone, your favorite coffee shops and restaurants. You raised your kids here and heard your grand-kids laughter. All the memories that you have lived together, in a city or a country that is so dear to you — a life that is truly beautiful in its own special way. But such life is just way too small for me, it will never fit me. And that’s ok. Every soul yearns for different things.
Mine yearns for the Road… For the magical, unparalleled, breathtaking, life of “The In-between”.
So I made a decision to live this kind of life until I can no longer do so…
I don’t think it was even a decision, no it’s not. I don’t think it’s something you choose, but something that is desperately needed. It is what I feel in my heart the only true way for me to exist in this world. A true Nomad, a true gypsy. No, I don’t want a permanent anything! Change is very real, change is a natural part of life, that most of you were taught to fight, with any means necessary since an early age. Permanence is not natural! Everything around us today is a total lie, convincing us to hold on to things that are unnatural to hold on to from the start — youth, beauty, relationships, things. People were nomads long before the system placed them inside “boxes” and chained them to mortgages, bills, taxes, religion etc.
We were nomads from the beginning of times…
This life of mine is an ode to the life our ancestors lead, a swan song of sorts. A swan song to the magical life, that you see less and less being lived by people today. My soul is from the past and it feels sometimes, that it just wants to return to all those different places it has once lived in centuries ago. The sounds, the scents, the energy of the whole universe bursting into itself… yes, those are the kind of moments, that are worth traveling through centuries of silence in order to reach them.
My life fits into 2 small carry-on bags, 2 of my passports are full of stamps, I have family and friends on each continent — Memories are the only things I collect. I create Art and work with artists from all over the world.
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First country on my 6th continent was Australia. It is full of beauty, pain and paradox. I tried to somehow get into the roots of this land, but most of it has been taken over by gimmicky tourism attractions, that charge tourists obscene amounts of cash, to parade in front of them the ways of the past. The real Aboriginal Australians have been closed off in tiny communities or are completely immersed into the “new Australia”. Just like in US, South America, Central America, New Zealand, Africa, all over the Pacific and other parts of the world — the magic of how those people lived and what they believed in, their culture, their gods, their land — all have been totally abolished and torn apart.
These people used to live in harmony with nature and used it to cure themselves from all kinds of sicknesses. Some “new Australians” tease aborigines, because of over consumption of alcohol and other things. They call women “Gins handbag”. There’s a certain superiority feel over the true owners of this land, that is bread from school years into the heads of new generations. Maybe someday, I can try to reach their reserve and stay with these people.
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My life on the road takes me to countless people’s homes, through airbnb. Most are absolute joy to stay with and only a couple that are so bad, that I don’t even want to write about them. They are just that unimportant and not even worth my “ink”. I’d much rather bring money directly to people’s pockets instead of the systems (hotels/resorts). People, for the most part really are a gift from the road.
Sometimes hosts will cook a really nice dinner for you, tell you stories about their country and their life.
And sometimes, when a host forgets to tell you that a door to the patio shuts automatically, a wonderful neighbor will help you escape the overwhelming heat, give you water and food, until the host, who doesn’t pick up the phone, comes back in the evening. The host is all freaked out by now, because she thought, you are probably close to death from the heat and dehydration, locked inside her little patio. Nothing exiting usually happens in Trinity beach, folks… Nada, zip!.. until Elena decides to waltz through it.
Most of them welcome you into their homes with open hearts and you become part of their family. A lot of the hosts, who are the older generation, who used to travel when they were younger, now open doors of their home and let the world come to them instead. You get to meet a lot of other nomadic souls and you get to feel as if you’re part of this nomadic tribe, a tribe that has left the “normal” way of life and chose to live on the road, be it for decades, a few years or months. With some of those nomads, you feel as if you really are a family – they accept you, the way you are, without trying to desperately change your colors into something more acceptable. You laugh with them to the point of tears, hug, dance and exchange stories.
Australia is one of the 22 or so countries that are on the list for Compulsory Voting… How sad is that? Where is freedom in that? People get fined and lose their driver’s license, because they failed to vote. I’ve already written about why I have never and will never vote. Hate to break it to you folks, but if Voting ever truly changed anything, they would make it illegal for anyone to vote! It would probably even result in a death sentence.
I will gladly give up both of my passports, if countries of those two passports, tell me I have no freedom anymore in choosing not to vote! And then, my darlings, I will most probably become a pirate. Who’s with me? Bring loads of Rum! And let’s go sailing!
Speaking of sailing, Whitsundays is probably one of the most beautiful places for sailing. After a few days at sea, it was hard to return. The water, sun and beauty of surrounding islands are all magical. I could feel pure freedom rushing through my veins, especially when the captain, lend me his “captain hat” for an hour or so. The wind in my hair, the birds up above, the life underneath and beyond, the horizon of endless possibilities and dreams, torn me away from all the shackles of the past.. or whatever was left of them at this point in my life.
At 3am you wake up and leave your bunk bed, in order to walk outside and look at the bright stars and milky-way. You are in awe of its beautiful stillness and vastness, it swallows you whole and in that moment you remember something you once read, which starts to make sense now, more and more;
“Do you imagine the universe is agitated? Go into the desert at night and look at the stars. This practice should answer the question.” – Lao Tzu
And when stormy waters hit the boat, instead of hiding from it, I meet them with open arms and laughter. Tourists take out their cameras to snap pictures of the only person laughing and getting drenched by the salty waters. Instead of putting a special suit so you don’t get stung by a deadly jellyfish, I go swimming on famous Whitehaven beach and in The Great Barrier Reef in the nude, without any separation between myself and nature. The true freedom, the fearless blood that flows in my veins, the endless possibilities. Spending a night on the Great Barrier Reef gives you opportunity to have all of it to yourself and maybe only 7 others. When everyone was done swimming, I took all my clothes of, put on a mask and jumped in the water. The last sun rays were kissing my bare skin, fish were swimming up so close that I could touch them, everything breathing, living and enjoying being themselves, without any judgemental looks or whispering from fear-stricken society.
No, I didn’t get a picture with poor Koala. Brisbane “sanctuary” is a disgusting zoo, with very small cages and very unhappy animals. We, wild things, not meant to live in cages, for your amusement and instagram obsessed society. These creatures are meant to stay wild, in the wilderness, that is being destroyed by logging industries all across Pacific and the rest of the world.
This is how you look at zoos — take a closer look at yourselves… enjoy your Koala picture with captive, unhappy and scared creatures —
And this is what Wild & Free looks like —
MAGIC…
“The fist time I saw you, it was on Whitehaven beach. You were walking very proudly on white powdered sand, passing everyone, topless, with your nose in the air.. so high up, that you didn’t see me and I was too busy taking photos of a family, who requested my services.” — Dima recalled when we talked about chance meetings.
Life is full of magic, you just have to trust it and let go of your fear — If it didn’t start pouring in a Daintree Rainforest and Cape Tribulation – the oldest rainforest in the world and a place where Captain Cook’s troubles started, I would have never met Dima — If I didn’t get soaking wet and then had to spend 5 hours inside a freezer of a bus back to Trinity beach, I would have never gotten a very bad cold. If I didn’t get a very bad cold, I wouldn’t have decided to come back to Airlie beach for Christmas and go sailing to lift my spirits up, which would end my travel in Queensland on a positive note, instead of a negative one… do you see where I’m going with this?…
All little moments, they are all special. Even the terrible, the ones, that torture and torment our souls, they are all important. The more I live and travel this life on the road, the more people and places teach me to accept all that rushes towards me. All the pain, anger and fear, have no place in a soul that has learned to let go and just be. Road will open the secret of life itself.. but only to those, who want to listen, to those, who choose. Regardless of what is happening outside; in the open vastness of this world of illusions, pride and prejudice, you will, my dear reader, eventually understand. (or not) Love is the only truth of the Universe. Love is all there is and ever will be, everything else is a grand illusion and a lie. Love is all you are. You are Universe. You are not of it, part of it or with it… You ARE it.
There is no fear or time, there is no death, there is no hell or heaven.
Can you even grasp the kind of freedom my soul has, that it understands the above sentence? I simply allowed my brain and all it’s been conditioned to believe, to simply step away and not stand in the way of that special something that lives between my bones.
What are you taught in schools and your homes? — exactly — “THINK, THINK, THINK, OBEY!” = FEAR
What are you told in churches, mosques and temples? — exactly — “HAVE FAITH, DON’T QUESTION, WORSHIP! GIVE DAILY BLESSINGS, OBEY! OR YOU GO TO HELL!” = FEAR
What are you told by your governments? — exactly — “OBEY, VOTE, OBEY, VOTE, BELIEVE CHANGE IS ALMOST HERE, OBEY, BELIEVE, BE AFRAID, TERRORISTS EVERYWHERE, STAY HOME, GO TO WORK, BREED MORE, SHOP MORE, LOOSE WEIGHT, GAIN WEIGHT, GET BIGGER BOOBS, HOUSE AND YOUNGER WIFE, SHOP, GET NEW IPHONE, BE AFRAID OF EVERYTHING, SNITCH ON YOUR NEIGHBOR, MAKE MORE MONEY, GET VACCINES THAT POISON YOUR BODY, CUT OFF YOUR TITS, CAUSE YOU HAVE CANCER, PAY TAXES, OBEY! ETC ” = FEAR
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WHO IN YOUR LIFE TELLS YOU THE FOLLOWING? — LISTEN TO YOUR HEART, FEEL, YOU ARE LIMITLESS, YOU CAN DO ANYTHING! FEEL! LOVE MORE, DANCE MORE, LAUGH MORE! DO ONLY WHAT YOUR SOUL TELLS YOU TO DO! = LOVE
What do you choose every second of your breath? It is only your choice, you know?
The newborns and all the rest of wild things, know what they truly are. The rest of your life in this particular world was spend making you forget what you already knew, when you took your first breath.
I’m here to simply remind you of what you already know to be true.
What dies in this particular world is flesh. You are not flesh, you are not your brain! You are what lives between your bones… it does not have time or concept of time, it does not know fear or hate, it has no age or gender, it has no color or shame, it has no language, it knows no symbols, religion or rules of a man-made world…
But it does have a choice, to have those things or not, it has a choice to be tied up to those things or not.
Love has no fear. Shame, pride, greed, hate etc, are all fear based illusions.
It is your choice — Love or Fear?
You make that choice every second of your life.
You have a choice to watch TV, watch news and believe all mass media or not. (I can prove with my own experiences, they are all one big lie) Do you need to have a master or not? Do you need a master? Do you need a leader or do you have the courage to be that for yourself? You see, I don’t need a leader or master. I don’t believe in any authority over my soul. none. no one.
Go into the nature and see what kind of answers it will give you. Look at the sky, go into the forest, sit by the sea, climb a mountain… listen… listen to your soul. What does it choose? Love or Fear?
After I came back from sailing, my soul was calm and at peace. I wanted more of the sea.. I wanted more. “I’m always here, Lena, I’m here whenever you need me, I’m here, whenever you need to remember what you are, I’m here, without judgement, without pride, I’m here.” – whispered the sea. I went out on 24th of December in Airlie Beach, to dance.. to lose myself in a dance, to celebrate life, to move, to feel. to laugh and love with others.
Somewhere between the crowds, between the sweating bodies and glasses of rum, I hear a question;
— “What is your name?”
— “Elena and yours?”
— “Dima”
–“Dima??!! What? Where are you from?”
— “Russia!“
— “Woohooo! Unbelievable! I was born in Russia! What do you do here?”
— ” What?!! You are Russian??! Unbelievable! I’m a photographer and you?”
— “No way! What a gift!! I’m an artist and model!” — giggling and jumping up and down like a little girl I scream in his face.
Dima picked me up in his arms and we were like two people who knew each other our whole life, but who have not seen each other for many-many years.
We danced and laughed and decided to spend 25th of December together, in an only way 2 artists knew how to spend time together = having a fantastic, mind-blowing photo-shoot in one of the most gorgeous and savage locations.
He cooked me fish on the beach, played guitar, sang Russian songs and we talked about his life in Australia, his family, his photography and my life on the road. Dima’s wish is to get a yacht and to sail around the world. Said he’s looking for the right crew members.. hell yeah! I’m in! I know how to drink Rum and dance topless under the full moon — I’m a perfect crew member! I mean, A pirate!
Before my departure from Airlie beach to Mr. Bond in Sydney for New Years, Dima asked me to draw anything I wanted on the dusty window of his car. I wrote one word, a word that has been following me everywhere I go, ever since that moment…
MAGIC…
I started seeing this word everywhere — plane magazines, boats, emails, notes, restaurants etc. It was everywhere.
In a few days I get an Airbnb feedback from a person I rented my place from second time, in Airlie beach, that reads;
“A little bit of egg eating coconut scented magic just passed through our lives. But as it is with all good messengers of the magic of life the messenger has gone but the message remains. Grab life by the coconuts and squeeze. Thank you universe for sending us this one. Hope we get more like her. See ya”
Mr. Bond and I greeted 2016 on top of a Pirate Ship in the middle of Sydney Harbor, with fireworks that were bursting into magic, all around us. I danced barefoot with a glass of champagne in one hand and chocolate in the other. My feet could feel the stories of worn-out leather boots, the storms, the salt water and the wind of freedom. The drums send me into the dance, that can not be controlled by learned steps, it can be only felt with the soul of many colors. To dance through centuries and to tear away the cages, that are build daily around our true selves.
Before Mr. Bond and I left the ship, the woman who was celebrating her 80 something birthday, came up to me and said “Goodbye, absolutely gorgeous creature.”
Mr. Bond has been in Australia before.. about 30 years ago… there were way more topless women on the beach enjoying the sun… now? One woman — me. That’s what 30 years of religion does to a place.
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The road will never abandon you, just because you have different dreams than her. She will never tell you, that you’re not really a woman, if you can’t or won’t have kids and still not married. The road will never dump you just because you gained 20 pounds, your head is full of grey hair, your face is full of wrinkles and your body now has cellulite. She is always near, when you just need a friend, who will silently and loyally, lift up all your weight, with all your “baggage”, that you so stubbornly, carry with you since childhood. Doctors, might say that with your current health conditions, you must stay in bed and spend as much money and time in hospitals as possible. The road will never tell you that.
Love is perhaps the best cure of them all and Love is always something you can meet on the road. The road will never ask you “So where is this all going?” or “Where do you see yourself in 5-10 years?” or “What do you do for living”, “What is your religion?”, “Who will you vote for?” or “How many followers do you have on instagram?”…
The Road will never turn your brain into crumbles of bread, trying to convince you of the fact, that it’s more important to “Think about your future”, instead of living in “NOW”. Even when you spit into her soul, she will never answer you in the same way.
When me and her are in each others silence and stillness of “now” and in this life of “in between”, where time, age, differences, hate, anger and fear does not exist, I hear a drumming sound, that says;
“I’m always here, I’m always near, just come.”
Lately, I’ve heard the road say something, she hasn’t said before to me, as often as now;
“I’m happy, that you are now dancing on me so passionately and fearlessly, with your dusty feet, while leaving behind footprints of love, freedom and magic.”
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yes, I’m alive! : ) sorry for months and months of silence. I got emails, asking if I’m ok. Everything is great! The wifi connection has been almost impossible to catch, since I was in Papua New Guinea, Indonesia, Timor-Leste (East Timor) and now in Brunei (my 49th country).
I have tons of stories, photos and videos to share. All press about Papua New Guinea is a lie! It is the most incredible country and the kindest people I’ve met. I was the first white woman to dance topless with tribes and other bare-breasted women, at the Madang Festival in Papua New Guinea, lived in a village with locals with no electricity, running water or toilet, breastfed (with no milk) a local baby, ate turtles and tried betle – nut.
filmed more footage for my documentary with Dima, whom you read about in this story (we traveled and filmed together in PNG and Indonesia), spend time on an abandoned Island, lost and found my camera, laptop and all my footage in Indonesia with the help of the whole town, by the name of Manado.
Was invited to a local funeral in Toraja, where they sacrifice Buffalo and pigs and was invited to eat with the family of the deceased. (a place where I decided not to eat meat anymore) Saw mummies and was told by a soul of a woman, who’s from Africa, who entered the body of another woman in Indonesia, that I have no fear about anything and that I am half man, half woman. I traveled by local bus alone, into nowhere, across the whole Island in Timor-Leste, where I now have a family to return to. Lived with a chief of the Tutuala village, touched 6000 year old paintings in caves and got drawn pictures by 6-year-old boys in Lospalos, Timor-Leste.
This was a present to me from a 6-year-old boy from Lospalos, Timor-Leste, when I traveled there solo and lived with his family.
My bags, my fingers, my wrists, my neck, my ears are all heavy from all the gifts, my soul is light and full of love, my feet are dusty, my skin is tanned and my face is kissed by tears of laughter and joy much more now, than from tears of sorrow.
Then…
I, for some foolish reason, check-in about what’s going on in “the real world” … and you know what they say? — People are now complete zombies; running around streets with Pokemon go crazed eyes…
Really?
Is that what you’re doing with your life?
I just touched a 6000 year old painting inside a 30.000 year old cave in Timor-Leste (East Timor) and some of you are running around “catching” imaginary friends in your virtual reality world? What?
Have you made someones life a little bit better today? Is this world a better place, because you are alive?
When was the last time, you made someone smile or helped someone, without asking anything in return? When was the last time you hugged someone and told them you love them, just the way they are? When was the last time you send someone flowers “just because” and gave your seat away in a crowded and hot subway?
When was the last time you put on some music and danced with your wife, while she’s preparing food for your children or washing dishes?
When was the last time you told your children “You are perfect just the way you are. You always have a choice and this choice is only yours to make. I will love you and support you, no matter what. Go live! Go experience this world! Fall in love and dance! Live your life, how you want to live it, not the way I want you to, but the way your soul wants to live it. Honor your soul above all else.”
When was the last time you told a total stranger, that you loved them, regardless of your differences?
What are you waiting for? When will it be the right time for you to start living instead of existing?
When was the last time you asked someone “What makes you happy?” or “What is your passion?”
When will it be the right time for you to start loving?
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The questions people ask me, might have changed in the past months; from “What do you do for living?” to “What is your religion?”
But my answer stays the same …
LOVE
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TO WHOEVER IS READING THIS RIGHT NOW ;
EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT KNOW YOU OR SEEN YOU, HUGGED YOU, DANCED WITH YOU, LAUGHED OR CRIED WITH YOU OR HAVE THE SAME SKIN COLOR, BELIEFS OR THOUGHTS AS YOU —
KNOW, THAT I LOVE YOU.
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thank you!
heyyyyyy Elena, i just put a english translator in our website like you ask me to do…..
i know your not eating meat, some of the article didn’t talk about that.
So, i know it’s not perfect, but please enjoy it. We did for you guapa.
Clic on the google buton on the right corner and enjoy.
Hope you have a great time!
http://plancooks.com/fr/la-face-cachee-de-la-recette/
Hello my dears! Thank you! Will be reading it! How are you? Where are you?
HI sweetheart, we are in Hanoi in vietnam, living with a awesome family. Every morning we wake up at 5h30, can you imagine that????????? heheheheh what a life challenge! Every morning we follow them dancing in a beautiful park and play badminton. Actually, this morning, we thought about the wonderful moment we pass in bali with you dancing because they put a salsa song. The dance floor is front to a massive lake, i was feeling free and magical again. So, we dance! At the end, i realized that they other couple was looking at us and recording us. They applause and i was so shyyyy…hehehehe …Hope you still have moment like that! Big kiss and dance your life!
aaa!!! This is pure joy for me to hear such news! You are magical together, my loves! Magical!! Please never stop the dance! love to both of you.
Love ❤
wow, thank you for that post! I really needed that inspiration:)
Lena, you are so beautiful. inside and out.
your words are a comfort to me now, as I am sitting here in front of my laptop after a day at work, wondering why I am still craving for more when I have all a person could ask for.
I have a job, I live in a country i want to live in, my family is healthy, I am healthy, we are not in any financial trouble. My friends ask me again and again, what more do I want????
WELL I BLOODY WANT TO LIVE!! But how?
Oh man, I do sound like a whiny little girl, don’t I?
Beautiful, free, uplifting, joyful. Thank you for your words and photos sharing your journey. It was a large post filled with stories and laughter. I cannot believe how people can be so averse to someone else just wanting to enjoy the sun on their skin or the water on their skin. It’s awful to block people from this simple treat.
You are so beautiful and inspiring Elena! Thank you for this amazing post! There is so much fear in the world right now, and it can be easier to choose fear instead of love, but we all have to do our best to give more love to others. Your post was a beautiful reminder of that! Feeling the love ❤
I also wish I could meet you one day! You are such a beautiful soul! 🙂
GREAT BLOG!!!!
Thank goodness there is more to life than Pokemons. There are many of us who enjoy diversity that life has to offer. My soul embraces food! I weave my magic through my dishes and in my kitchen….. I accept and embrace that because I touch people with the magic of food. It nourishes, heals and can be orgasmic! 🙂 I spread my love and much more through this humble passion of mine. PS: Not all of agree with how the Aboriginal people are treated by some. I and my family travelled extensively through Central Australia and appreciate the Aboriginal people and their culture. There is a lot to learn from their nomadic life and approach to nature. Yes, a permit is needed to go through Arnhem Land and other Aboriginal areas, as well as a 4WD. Nevertheless, if we ask the Universe surrounds us with good people. Love your adventures and photos. Thank you. 🙂 ❤
PS: I also shared your article with my husband who is a passionate photographer…. I think he enjoyed the photos of you with the Kangaroo???
thank you for your wonderful comment. Yes, orgasmic food is something that must be tried. Italians, Spaniards, Greeks, know the art of food very well )
As far as the “Aboriginal People” across the globe — the land that you rent your 4WD on is theirs by birth, it was taken away from them. And there is nothing you can say, to say, “it isn’t so”. For instance — Papua New Guinea and all it’s natural resources including Gold, was bought for COFFEE, AXE, some Jewellery and bible — true story.. it’s a quote of a local woman in a village, who shared her knowledge of her ancestors. This was done globally on every continent.. and since I travel and speak to these people directly,while standing on their land, not sitting in front of TV, I get first-hand experience and what I write is the truth of those people, not my own.
Guess why so much bad press surrounds the amazing land by the name of Papua New Guinea? — so that less people see, what they have done to that land and continue doing… of how that land is being robbed and raped — logging by Asians, which kills wild animals, gold, gas, (by biggest corporations of the world), palm oil plantations by Koreans, Chinese government smuggling slaves in shipping containers to work in mines, when those slaves die, they are just thrown in a trash bin, vanilla export by Indonesia etc .. and then go and see how those people live in the villages with almost nothing.
I know, such truths not many want to know.. much easier to stay at the only resort, owned by Chinese next to the village of those people and be so terrified of talking to those locals, because of such bad press. Locals in villages were so thankful, that I stayed with them, instead of paying to a resort.. people from other villages came to meet me and Dima and to thank us for not looking down on them.
Villages is the only place where people in Papua New Guinea don’t pay taxes for land.. that is why government tries to push these people into cities by all means necessary — So they pay taxes and shop in stores, instead of fishing, hunting and planting for free. In villages of Vanuatu and Fiji is the same story.
Yes, that photo is of Kangaroo ) I was feeding a wild Kangaroo a cracker ) The only time when I will willingly share a cracker with someone ))
Thanks for reading and for your truth.
Lena, you forgot to mention the Croatians and the Russians in regard to good, wholesome, sensational, orgasmic food. When one travels extensively and experiences the real life there is an understanding and connection with people. Connecting with people on a human level. However, I know where you are coming from and understand what globalisation is all about! In my humble opinion not always for the better or the good. I guess it all boils down to $$$$$$. Corporations are taking over the globe. 😦 Regarding the photo of the Kangaroo? My husband preferred the lovely photos of you on the beach in your birthday suit (naked)… 🙂 🙂 I’m glad you got up and close to the Australian wildlife. Nothing more beautiful than seeing animals in nature. Definitely not in a cage!!!! Wishing you happy and safe travels and looking forward to more thoughts, truths and photos…. PS: There are still some magical places to visit with wonderful people. I definitely don’t mean 5 star Resorts!!!
ahhh.. how could i forget the russians ? ))
yep, they might be taking over the wealth, but I am confident, they can not take over our true selves, without our permission .. they lose )
love to you.
Wow, incredible story wish I could travel the world with you. Not everything around us is a lie, it just evolved in that particular way, humanity has made many mistakes, can they fix it and keep evolving that remains to be seen.
“Not everything around us is a lie” – please share what is not… if you say love, compassion, kindness etc, then I have said , that is basically the only truth of the universe. I am very curious to know, what from the man-made world is not a lie.. do share.
Fictional entities such as money, religion, nations they only exist in our collective ‘imagination’, in that sense these entities are just ‘fiction’, but I wouldn’t consider that a lie. Humans have made these stories, so we all can communicate and cooperate effectively, but they are still stories, that doesn’t mean it’s not true. These stories have made it possible for people to travel, exchange goods and ideas.
interesting perspective, thank you for sharing. Here’s mine — Maybe you can’t travel, exchange goods and ideas without those fictional entities — I can. And people did that long time ago. People bartered with each other.. these “fictions” need us.. we don’t need them! I can get on a wild horse without a saddle, I can barter (have been doing that for many years) and communicate with my eyes and hands… can you?
Thankfully people in small villages on remote islands, still know how to survive and live happy lives almost without any “fictions” (money). They know how to hunt, fish and plant amazing food, then they barter with each other.. Question — Do you think we are “cooperating effectively” in our world today? Seriously? Religion and money have made us cooperate effectively?? Are you serious? I mean we have all those fictional entities to help us, right? So, how are we doing? Are we good? Do we live each day out of love and compassion or hate, greed and jealousy? — things your so called fictions actually bred into people, through centuries of doctrine.
If you think that we as, powerful Universe (each and everyone of us) can not “travel, exchange goods and ideas.”, without “money, religion, nations”, than I believe you have missed the point of what I was trying to say here. Inside those fictions, hides the fear and fear is very controllable… are you afraid to lose them?
I am not those things and if someone takes these things away and if someone decides to capture and “kill” this flesh of mine, then ok, I am not controlled by those things, because I am in this world, at the moment, but I am not of it. I am not this world and all the “fictional entities”. ok?
thank you. I love reading about different perspectives. That is your truth and you have the right to speak it, regardless, if I agree or not.
PS – in your fictional reality, your government has made it almost impossible to fish, hunt plant food and barter with one another without “permission”!! The wars needed so that these “harmless fictions” can put in central bank in that country and milk it for everything it has. Only a couple countries left without a central bank on their soil.. do you know what happens to those countries ? — they get bombed and tell you they need to get bombed because there is a scary group of cavemen who crawled out of a cave with millions of dollars in ammunition to kill all (they are financed by your governments to keep everyone locked in fear), then they went and called them by the Egyptian Goddess name – ISIS. — what a joke.
It’s all about Low vibrational-frequency VS High vibrational-frequency… your so-called “fictions” are all Low vibrational-frequencies, they breed fear (wars/unstable economy) and hate and jealousy and regret. High vibrational-frequency — Love, compassion, joy. Energy it’s all there is. So love is really the only truth.. it is all there is and all that is needed.
PPS – High Vibrational frequency — Love, Joy, Compassion, loving touch along with right plant and food based medicine — can cure any disease known to man and created by man. Your “fictions” won’t tell you that, because they want to keep you locked into the Low-Vibrational Frequency — pain, despair and fear.
You are ‘over analyzing’, I guess we can keep on having discussions, but maybe someplace. I didn’t make those ‘fiction’, it has evolved from thousands of years ago ! Barter is not compatible in large complex societies, hence ‘money’ is needed. You talk about foragers living life without money, that’s great because it works in simple small scale society and economy, but they also needed a ‘fictional’ order such as religion, their religion was ‘animism’ most hunter-gatherer society followed ‘polytheism’. These religions provided a social order even in ancient societies, we have new religions called ‘liberalism’, ‘humanism’, which most people are following, again they provide order and cooperation between large numbers of people. I hope you take some time, to read ‘evolutionary’ books by dawkins, so you can understand history, and realize how things came to be this way.
The fact we are able to get on machines and communicate with one another anywhere around the world, the fact that we are speaking in only one language, is due to those ‘fictional’ order. Yes I know the planet is in deep trouble, that’s why people need to see what the problem is, and simply change the story, got it !
Very interesting mind you have. ) Guess I could spend hours with you, sitting in a coffee shop somewhere and loosing ourselves in the conversation. So from your point of view and from your heart, what would be the best solution to the problem?
“The fact we are able to get on machines and communicate with one another anywhere around the world” – that is pretty useful, true, but what is happening now, is that this usefulness is becoming a need and people are becoming the machines.
Too much of anything is a bad idea… except love. )
Indeed we can be talking for hours ! I like your perspective of the world, to live ‘simply’ the way our ancestors have done for thousands of years, but with the world’s population at billions, that lifestyle is no longer feasible for the majority of people, because there is very little forests left !
I mentioned that we need to change the story, it’s that simple, the story of religion is changing to humanism, capitalism will be changing to sharing economy, technology is aiding in consciousness by interacting with one another. Some parts of the world will adapt better, whereas others will suffer, there is no way to predict the future, whether technology will be good or bad, it all depends how humans use it.
interesting. But I don’t really agree, because I see who we are in a different way, than you and that’s ok. May I ask what you think makes us who we truly are inside?
I believe we are all energy, everything is pure energy and we are love, we are universe. Do you make your decisions based on “thinking” or feeling? I make all my choices based on feeling… everything I do in life, I feel, not think about it. I don’t think when I’m writing — I feel, I don’t think when I’m dancing — I feel, I don’t think when I live IN FRONT of the camera — I feel. I don’t think when I gallop bareback on a horse… I feel. I don’t think when I say “I love you” — I feel.
Why don’t you say, that what our world truly needs is compassion and love for all? You talk in a matter of “ISM” endings, which are all the same. Written by men. Do you think we are herd and not individual in your current system of “ism” endings? I stand alone, I will leave this particular world alone. I am not herd or “human” or part of “humanism” etc. I am Universe, who gets to wear skin and bones at this particular moment. So those things that you have written about, simply don’t apply to me. )
This is your truth and solution and I hope people will get to read it and make their own choices. I presented mine. Everything is a choice and people will choose what is needed to them. I already made mine and I wrote about in this piece.
Boy, you don’t quit do you !
))) all my love to you!
I was having an iffy day..until I read your post. And felt a little more inspired to embrace life.
Very awe-inspiring to read the words of another nomadic soul… long live the wild and free!
If you ever decided to write books, I would buy every one of them! After the last few years reading your post, you make me forget where I am with your words. I get fully immersed into your world and I find that so fantastic. I love it. And I love you, Elena. Thanks for your words again.
thank you!! maybe someday, maybe not ) those who need to read these words, will, book or not. I love you and thank you for reading, thank you for being on this journey with me..
I loved reading your post. The photos are gorgeous. The whole thing is so inspiring. I know what you say is the truth, inside. I’ve been struggling to make myself believe it so that I can get out and really live my life. I’ve been trapped in those fears you mention. I know it, but I still can’t break free. Your post is making me cry.
You can! I believe in the special soul that you are. All my love your way.
Thanks so much Lena.
You remind me a lot of my stepmother Irene.
She was an artist and model too, and a very free spirit. I miss her.
Funny how the universe provides. It was just a week or so ago that I pictured you in my mind and wondered what you were up to. And look…here comes your blog, like hearing from an old friend and getting to celebrate their life with them. “Nomad” and “magic” are the perfect words to describe you and the feelings you invoke. Asking the tough questions…this one in particular will stay with me; Have you made someones life a little bit better today? Is this world a better place, because you are alive? I learn from many and I count you among those souls that teach me every day to be closer to humanity. Thank you Elena and hope to cross paths one day… much love and admiration!
thank you… all my love your way. Our paths shall cross! — I just pictured that in my mind.. so it will be.
Lena, Your photo’s are, as ever stunning but, what I really look forward to, and envy, is your writing and the way in which you can express your life in the written word. Thank you, thank you, thrice thank you for producing such masterpieces.
aaaaa…. thank you so much! Thank you for reading my stories! I’m only writing what I feel.. because i forgot how to think )
I have also been wondering where you are recently – good – no, awesome – as ever to hear from your wild spirit. Perhaps one day our paths will cross in this lifetime, perhaps not, but the world feels like a better place with you in it!
they will cross! let’s cross them and meet! )
I was only thinking yesterday that it had been a while since an email announcing one of your joyous posts had hit my inbox, and here you are! Maybe I should have wished to see you sooner! Wonderful words, fantastic pictures, all pinned together by your incredible spirit. Absolutely loved reading this x
wishes come true!! I want more people to make wishes!! ) thank you for reading!
And thank you for writing! I love your blog!
Ah! The fierce and beautiful Elena is back! And that Pokemon thing… It’s here in Brussels as well. Lars and I went to a jazz concert last week, in the Royal Park, here in Brussels. At least 75% of the people we saw, were staring at their smartphone. So sad…
75% ? that’s a whole lot of people.. I mean.. screens (
Even during the concert, they kept on chasing the Pokemons…
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Thank you for sharing your wonderful experience. Always a delight to read your posts. Best wishes to you.