O Rupertoj jsem tu mluvila už mockrát, je to úžasný člověk. Člověk, který mění životy, spřízněná duše.. Každou větou, co vyslovil jsem poznávala nejen jeho a svět ale především sebe. Když jsem Ruperta požádala, aby občas přispíval na blog, bál se, že to nikdo nebude číst, což by byla opravdu velká škoda. Jeho životní příběh, zkušenosti, filozofie.. to všechno vám vezme dech a může vás to tolik naučit, tolik vám toho dát!
Doporučuji číst, poslouchat, přemýšlet a zamýšlet se.
Thanks in great part to the teachings and sacrifice of a beautifully alternative single-mother who taught me that life needs to be experienced fully, as if life were a ‚play‘, a ‚dance‘ a ‚drama‘, or a ‚game called ‚leela“, I had a rather peculiar initiation into ‚life‘ which helped me to form a mindset that could be considered ‚unorthodox‘.
I have travelled a large part of the world on a never-ending journey of self-discovery. My viewpoint is sacred inasmuch as I am the only one to have it; as a matter of fact, all our viewpoints (or visions of the world) are sacred, and that is why I respect and encourage everyone’s right to self-expression and actualisation.
My mother taught me to expect the unexpected; to accept the things I cannot change, and instilled in my budding consciousness the understanding that, apart from Space, everything is impermanent and in a constant state of change. Some people call this state of constant destruction and recreation ‚flux‘, and see all crises as a possibility for enrichment and growth.
As an example, one winter long ago; it was in the month of November in 1967, my mother, Barry, put me on an early-morning airplane bound for England. I had spent my school holidays on vacation in Spain, but I needed to return to my school on Jersey, where I lived full-time as a boarder. I was used to flying unaccompanied even as a nine-year-old, and I was relaxed and ready to leave.
Barry owned a villa up in the hills near Malaga, and we spent a truly wonderful time together, as I recall. Barry worked in the movie-business as a casting director for a production company which produced the first James Bond films, so she was constantly travelling from one location to another, so being in each other’s company was precious indeed.
Anyhow, Barry needed to close up the villa without me ‚under her feet‘, so she decided to take a later flight to England on that day. In all honesty, I wish I could remember her parting words for that was the last time we would see each other again. The plane Barry was flying in mysteriously crashed into a hilltop; my mother and another thirty-six people were killed. I had received my first vivid lesson of ‚Impermanence‘.
Since Barry’s death, my motto has been ‚Carpe Diem‘.
Much love, as always.
Napište mi prosím, jestli chcete aby psal Rupert pravidelně. Nad jeho životem budete žasnout – a to jak v dobrým, tak ve zlým.
PS: Vím, že tenhle příběh jsem vám už vyprávěla. Netušil, že o tom píšu a začal zrovna tímhle.
Mějte se překrásně ♥