Author: J D JOHANSSON

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THE DREAM

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THE DREAM is a blog and book about how my love, best friend and dreamjob and I met and how we are surfing happy through the waves of ups and downs in life together. The blog has a password. You can support me and receive the password by giving a donation of your choice. Click to donate;

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17. Actionkomedi pĂ„ Tamil (ett sprĂ„k i Indien) i en svit pĂ„ landet pĂ„ södra Island.

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Vad jag inte visste var att nÀsta gÄng jag skrev skulle jag sitta pÄ golvet och titta pÄ en actionkomedi pÄ Tamil (ett sprÄk i Indien) i en svit pÄ landet pÄ södra Island tillsammans med Guruji och ett femtontal systrar och bröder frÄn Indien, Sweiz, Norge, USA och Tyskland.

Klockan var 23.55 och det var fortfarande ljust ute.

Jag var lite skönt sömnig. En av systrarna kommenterade och förklarade den indiska actionkomedin.

De flesta kollade filmen. NĂ„gra kollade Guruji. Filippo och jag skrev pĂ„ Fb och till den hĂ€r boken. 

SĂ„ jag satt dĂ€r med min famllj. Min vĂ€rldsfamilj. Min kĂ€ra var dĂ€r. Min kĂ€ra lĂ€rare. Mentor. Guru.  Guruji. Gurudev. Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. 

Jag mös. Jag var vÀlkommen. De flesta i rummet förstod inte Tamil. Vi mös ÀndÄ. Av att kolla actionkomedi med Guruji.

SĂ„… var det mitt drömliv?

Just nÀr jag stÀllde mig den frÄgan gick filmen mot sitt slut och det var dags för oss alla att dra oss tillbaka och sova för natten.

Det kÀndes som att svaret var ja. Det var mitt drömliv. Det kÀndes som att om jag fick önska vadsomhelst och hursomhelst sÄ skulle jag önska att vara just dÀr och just dÄ.

Det var inte jag som hade sett till eller skapat det dÀr scenariot. Jag hade önskat men inte skapat situationen eller mÀnniskorna. Det var inte jag som hade skapat resurserna och förutsÀttningarna till att vi alla kunde vara dÀr tillsammans. Det hÀnde. Skedde.

16. Det fanns en kvinna jag var nyfiken pĂ„

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Jag visste inte om jag redan hade trÀffat dem. Resan tillsammans med min kÀra och mina drömjobbarkompisar fortsatte med att jag lyssnade, slappnande av och började ta mig mot hyllorna med frukt och grönt.

Jag hörde min bror hosta.

Jag var tillsammans med dem utan att Ànnu veta var och vem de var. NÄgonstans pÄ jorden kanske de ocksÄ var pÄ gÄng att handla och laga mat.

Det fanns en kvinna jag var nyfiken pÄ. Jag undrade om det var hon. Vi. Jag undrade om vi var kÀresta till varandra som Ànnu inte hade börjat att dela resan tillsammans. Tankar om att jag kanske skulle jag höra av mig till henne kom ibland.

Det hĂ€nde sĂ„ mycket den dĂ€r tiden. Åren. MĂ„naderna. Dagarna.

Jag gav mig ivÀg till affÀren.

Jag hade Ă€ndrat namnet pĂ„ boken och bloggen till “VĂ„rt DRÖMLIV” istĂ€llet för “Mitt DRÖMLIV”. Resan tillsammans med min kĂ€resta, bĂ€sta kompis och drömjobbarkompis handlade ju om vĂ„rt gemensamma drömliv inte bara mitt. Efter att ha spenderat sĂ„ mĂ„nga Ă„r sjĂ€lv tĂ€nkte jag att det att det var dags att tĂ€nka mer vi Ă€n jag. Ibland skrev jag pĂ„ engelska. Jag gjorde som jag ville utan att tĂ€nka pĂ„ konsekvenserna sĂ„ lĂ€nge det inte skadade nĂ„gon.

Jag var tacksam för att fĂ„ vara med och undrade hur det skulle bli att surfa vidare i den grĂ„mulna dagen. PĂ„ vĂ€g mot grönsakerna hoppades jag pĂ„ att fĂ„ tillfĂ€lle att dela nĂ„gra ögonblick med min bror. 

Vad jag inte visste var att nĂ€sta gĂ„ng jag skrev skulle jag sitta pĂ„…

15. Another Day of Saving Lives. I’m Grateful for Love and Peace.

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Another day of saving lives. My life. Body. Mind.
Grateful for tea, boiled water, time, Mum, Jalle, Giggi, Bonzo, Sama Yoga & Vedanta Sanga, Guruji, Brothers & Sisters.

Grateful for you my friend, for you who I got to share this journey with, for you who have shared this life with me.

I’m grateful for the moments we shared together. The joy, sorrow and all the colours and taste of this mystery.

I’m grateful for knowledge, wisdom, love, care – the life force energy – prana. 
I’m grateful for everything that keeps this body alive and supports life. I’m grateful for the opposites that makes the other opposite shine. Death. Life. Stress. Health.
I’m grateful for the breath and relaxation. I’m grateful for the communication between the mind and the body and breath.
I’m grateful for relaxation that expands my awareness and state of mind.

I’m grateful for prayers. I’m grateful for the infinity. I’m grateful for all the love and peace I have seen and received. 

I’m grateful for you. I’m grateful for everyone who prays. 
I’m grateful for letting go.

I’m grateful for tears and laughters.

I’m grateful for faith. 

I’m grateful for the changing nature of this Universe.

I’m grateful for sharing these moments and lines with you. I’m grateful for not being alone.

It’s scary my friend. Brother. Sister.

It’s scary to lose myself. 

It’s scary to close my mind and body.

I pray to be open and free. Stressfree. Happy. Light.

I’m again grateful for all oppostites and for the knowledge of life.

I’m grateful for you my sister and for you my brother. Without you this journey would be more challenging and painful. 

You made my life lighter.

I’m Grateful for Love and Peace.

14. I remember the silence in me with you. 

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Now I wish to share with you again.

Such a day it was. Such days. Since yesterday afternoon. First stuck. Then free. Calm. Then happy. Smiling. Thanks again Thomas for sharing your joy and love making my cheeks hurt. đŸ™đŸŒđŸ˜†

Now bliss. Presence. Life. Prana. Lifeforce energy.

Thank You Universe for Elisabeth & Aina. 

Feeling and thoughts in the dark. Who am I speaking to? Who am I writing to? Who cares? I care.

I share with you also now. No matter if you care or not. I do.

I love to share this silence with you. I pray it is with you now.
Ishwara My Heart,
Eternity,
I’m with you and you are with me.

My Dear,
I don’t know who you are. We may have met. We may not. Yet.

There is so much to share. You were on the right track. You had it. You did it. You can.
My Dear,
I’m stuck. She is in me.

My Dear,

I remember the silence in me with you. Welcome back silence.

My Dear,

I remember your touch and the goosebum in me from there.

My Dear,

I long to say Goodbye to her. A Good Bye. Fare well.

Dear Master,

I remember the silence between the mantra. Welcome silence.

Dear Heart,

Dear Soul,

Dear Silence,

Eternal Silence,

Dear God,
Happy thank you more please đŸ™đŸŒ
We did it E & A!

12. I Give Me To You

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I do it now.
I need. I have to. No choice.
This is how it is. Was.
I played tonight. So grateful for that. For the play. Touch. Silence. Rest. Relaxation. Trust. Faith.
I wanted to share the joy with you.
I have to share it with others now. No choice. I have to share. I need. Can’t live without sharing. Expressing.
There is so much inside. Me.
I’m grateful for the music. For Magnus & Magnus & Jenny. For the group.
I’m grateful for Hogne. I’m grateful for asking for support and for always continue and never giving up.
I would love to share everything with you my dear. It hurts to not be able to share with you now. I guess this is how life is now. I guess life tells me to move on and to share everything with others now.
I have to share. Live.
I know even more now what you ment with:
“- Let me love you!”
I did. I let you. And I loved. You. Us.
I do it now.
My love for you will go on. My love for you will never stop. It just is.
I do it now.
I give it to someone who takes it. Someone who let me love.
My Dear
My New Dear
My Heart
Old or New
My Dear
I Give Me To You