Like flashlights in the night we shine our beliefs around us
Anxious about the shadows they cast
Eager to be joined by others, to expand our common light
That would move the shadows further away
They will still be there though
The shadows
At the outskirts of the light

Whatever I believe, exists
My angels and demons are real because I’ve given birth to them
And they will stay alive until I no longer breathe life into their existence
I have a choice
With every breath, I have a choice
To let go of both angels and demons
To turn off the flashlight
And embrace the natural darkness
A darkness lit up only by the sun, the moon and the stars
Ancient, wordless wisdom, not beliefs

The space that’s created in the absence of beliefs is as vast as the universe around us, and that’s probably what scares us
The thought of empty space within
A nothingness we spend all our lives trying to fill; with religion, with spirituality, with science and facts
With ideas of purpose and destiny
To create a comforting density
But our natural state is empty of beliefs
Our natural state is empty space
Sprinkled with stars of ancient wisdom


Three Wise Men

There are three wise men walking the Earth, following the same star but navigating differently.

One is a king, a catalyst for structural change. He looks up at his star at night and sees a world of peace, equality and solidarity, and his heart gets warm and his sore feet heal when he thinks of this future.

One is a holy man, a catalyst for spiritual change. His star is one of expanded consciousness, of higher dimensions, of collapsed duality. “Through this star we will all be saved, through this star the world as known so far will crumble and only love will survive!”, he prophesies as he prays to his star in the night.

The third wise man is a woman. And the star looks down at this feminine force at night and tells her: “You are me. Just be who you are and inspire everyone you meet to see that they are, too!” And the woman smiles and thanks the night sky for reminding her, and when the morning comes she continues her journey. She walks the roads where the king and his followers have past to free and empower the people through structural change in society. She walks the roads where the holy man and his followers have passed and preached raised consciousness through love and awareness. She walks the roads where no one ever bothered walking. And where seeds have been sown, she waters them.

She is not of beliefs, but of creation. Not of structure, but of light. She walks as a simple woman, without followers. She walks as you and me, and in her contagious smile is a reminder of joy, empathy, humility, gratitude. The people along her way cannot but notice her walking past, and she sees them all and touches their hearts.

In the evening, the people look up into the night sky and, without knowing why, feel connected. They instinctively feel that if they hurt each other, they hurt themselves, if they judge each other, they judge themselves, and if they hurt and judge themselves, they hurt and judge also this beautiful, bright star that seems to be looking down upon them. And that simply seems impossible.

Three wise men are walking the Earth. If these three wise men are wise enough to see each other’s virtues, to understand that their differences is the strength of that same star they are all following, and to understand that they are ALL needed, then they will all succeed.

I wrote this short story on a plane to Lima from Iquitos in the Amazon jungle. I had been surrounded by “holy men” for over a month – people with a clear vision to change the world through spiritual awakening. They had been triggering the shit out out me, which was just what I needed! I was reflecting on my own background, that of “kings” – analytical believers fighting for democratic values. Sweden is a true kingdom in this sense. I’ve lived abroad for many years though, and maybe the royalness has run out of my blood. I am no longer political, but also not spiritual. Which leaves me with no other power than the possibility to inspire through my actions. That power which we all possess. And although the king and the holy man are the ones we hear and see, the simple woman walking the Earth as you and me, creating and inspiring and loving and doing our best, is the largest force behind any change. We need all three wise men to touch everyone’s heart.

(And please understand that there is no gender association with either of the words “ wise men”, “king”, “holy man” and “simple woman” in this text.)