The last

I started out this blog on Januari 1 with this post, in which I stated my new years resolution for 2010, but with all the words x:ed out. I promised to show what I had written on December 31 - and that's today!

Thank you for visiting my blog, thank you for giving my thoughts attention, and thank you for your comments on my posts.

Here's the post:

I dedicate the year 2010 to being open.

Open to speaking my truth.
Open to showing you I like you.
Open to being in all of my body, fully alive.
Open to telling you when you hurt me.
Open to taking risks.
Open to being a man in my community.
Open to being childlike.
Open to speaking up when things need to be said.
Open to asking for forgiveness.
Open to letting go of the past.
Open to opening up.
Open to anger.
Open to joy.
Open to love.
Open.

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Det var nåt fel på videon först, nu borde den funka.

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Jag är ett med hela världen
För att liksom vara i mål
Från början

The future arrives from within

Maybe:

- this world comes into being through us
- the stream we call impulse is coming through us all the time no matter what we do
- it simply comes

- we can resist the stream and have it pile up in the body
- we can let it pass through fresh out into this world
- we can color it with our own unique flavor
- we can shape it as we want and turn it into a dance

- the stream coming through us is not of our making
- we are the hose and the gardener holding it
- we need not be afraid of what is coming through us
- those who has seen a plant grow know the future arrives from within
- the rose never hesitates, not even when the weird fluffy red stuff starts emerging for the very first time ...

What do I know?

What is true? What do I actually know? My experience in this moment is all I know. Everything else is memory, hearsay or speculation. I can talk about it, but it is not here. It is story.

Here. This. This I know, this being here. Here, writing this I am totally free. Here I am a bringer, I bring myself to this world, I bring these words right now. This word. And this. Dog. Woman. More women.

Are you aware of what you are bringing?

Creating is accepting

Imagine the joy in a drop of water
When it realizes it is the ocean

Any whole contains something more than its parts. Take all the water molecules in the world and observe them separately. No ocean. The whole comes into being when accepting the parts as one. Ping! Hello whole! You just created an ocean through letting go of something else. Very Yoda.

Because the intellect's only function is to analyze -- which means to split into parts -- the truth of any whole can never be grasped through thinking, neither can it be truthfully expressed in words.

The truth of any whole therefore, can only be experienced as a participant from within. Only players know soccer. Only you KNOW your experience. 

And so, because this moment is all there is, then the truth of the whole existence can be found only by joining this moment as totally as a drop joins the ocean. And when watching the drop joining the ocean I can see that it is an undoing. The drop lets go of tension, which creates the separation. This surface tension created the drop in the first place and, of course, letting go of it seems like death to the drop. But the drop cannot resist ...

There's a pile outside the pearly gate
Its light will make you blind
A pile of things we brought from here
But had to leave behind
They're all the words we never spoke
Ideas we thought we'd save
A pile of gifts outside the gate
The gifts we never gave

Faith

It seems that every single cell in my body knows what to do in every moment.
I am happy that they do not hesitate

Oneness together

We have all come from a place of oneness. Our first experience in this world was the belly of our mother, an experience without vision, water with no boundaries, warmth with no separation.

We have all come out in this world feeling the cold on wet skin. Soon the same connection is there again, when we are lying on mother's belly, but something is different. We now know the meaning of outside.

We have all opened our eyes for the very first time. The outside space is big, but not as big as the inside. The ocean inside had no boundaries.

When I surrender to experiencing fully this moment without thought, I am again in a place of no boundaries.

Only this time, my oneness has a taste of together.

Mielihyvää

Finnish reggae. Mielihyvää is a beautiful word, which means pleasure or delight. Directly translated it's "mindgood". This song gives me mielihyvää.

Monday morning check-in

My body is warm, as I have just worked out. The Secret if the Golden Flower is playing in the background, creating a dreamy space. I feel excited about the week ahead, there is much work to be done, work that only I can do. This is where I am. This is where I start from. Warm and excited. Hello friends here in Helsinki. Hello friends all over the globe.

The human possibility

And so I am left with the possibility to do wrong
Against my better knowing
To go against my heart and feel the instant response
And do it again to make sure

That I am free
To go in all directions
That I am free
To violate my knowing
That I am free to avoid my obvious dream

For after all

What representation of the divine would I be
If I did not have the choice to say no to it
What joy would there be in the highest I have
Without the awareness of low

This is the gift of the Fall

And now is the time to let go
of the bottom

This moment

This moment has never been before. No-one has been here before, not at this point of the unfolding. No-one can tell us what is usually done at this stage of the evolution.

We are the first ones here. We are the only ones here, and we are here together. We are absolutely free and no-one is against us. We are the universe. We have created this moment and we are creating the next. What are you bringing to this moment? What do you bring to the next?

Do you have the balls to bring the best you can imagine? Do I?

Or do we wait for everyone else to do it first?

Sheep or lion?

I am lion. And so are you.

On the two questions

I posed the two questions to a waitress here in Toronto. Her answers:

1. Yes. But I'm not sure it can be put into words.

2. Don't be afraid.

I love the second one.

Two questions

1. Do you believe there is a dream that is shared by all human beings?

2. If you had the chance to speak so that every human being could hear you - what would you say?

On worry

Just_J asks: Why worry?

Because it works like magic. Putting your focus on bad things you don't have makes you feel like crap instantly!

Happy worrying!

If you ask, I will answer

Hello friends.

If you would like to hear my thoughts on a certain topic, you can write a question in the comment field and I will answer it with a blog post.

No, I'm not expecting a storm of questions... However, this way I don't have to feel bad for not writing.

Photo of the day

This is my friend Sam from Canada. Me met last fall when he couchsurfed at my place. I visited him in the woods north of Toronto where he did a 2-month apprenticeship on natural building. Sam is a good man and I like him a lot. He's got the unbeatable combo: heart+integrity. Plus he's smarter than me.

Love is ...

Love is looking into a stranger's eyes and recognizing him.

Hello!

I left the cable that moves the photos from my camera to my computer in Canada, and so I have not been able to upload any pictures. Christina, my wonderful couchsurfing hostess, was kind enough to mail it to me, so it's on its way to Finland, but it'll take a few days. Here's one picture taken with my webcam just now. Hello!

I'm thinking about what to do next in my life. And I start to worry, and worrying sucks. So I stop worrying.

It's a sign

Tottenham, Ontario

Tottenham, Ontario

Somewhere near Huntsville, Ontario

This is a bonus for my friend Bänä. Golden Lake, Ontario.

More Canada

Hello in The Sleepless Goat Café, Kingston.

The water below Mark's house.

Mark above the water.

Napanee + Kingston, Canada

This is Mark. Mark is my host in Canada and Mark's the best. We're standing outside of Tammy's Country Kitchen, where we enjoyed the premium breakfast: The Sportsman. 3 eggs ++

This is the interior of Earth to Spirit, closet hippie heaven. I got myself a few nice books ...

The bookstore next door. This is what a bookstore should look like.

This is a Kingston bus. Anyone from Helsinki will know what I mean.

This is Mark with Erin - our designated babe at Tir Nan Og, the Irish restaurant we lunched at in Kingston.

Photos from the week past

This is Thomas. I've known Thomas for over 10 years and we got along from day 1. Thomas is a top negotiator - if you need a decent contract or if you need the sun a few nudges towards the left.

This is Peppe and Vidar. Alternatively it's me trying to squeeze both in, getting neither, really.

This is the Péter and Antti, two gifted friends at work. At a restaurant of course.

This is PU-klubben. It's a long story and it's all about love.

This is Simone and Till, couchsurfers from Germany staying at my place. They are both particle physics scientists working at CERN, and they are very cool.

Sampo & Edith

Det här är Sampo. Sampo är en god vän och en mångkonstnär. Sampo är i regel upplagd för kalas och det är en väldigt fin egenskap.

 

Det här är Edith. Edith är huippu. Edith vet. 

Här har Edith plåtat mig.

Parförhållande.

Anna

This is Anna. I found Anna on Facebook. Anna is the sweetest one. Everyone deserves an Anna in their lives.

A Poem about the Good in Times

(I wrote this one as an extension of the impulse in the last blog post)

When I was a child I asked my dad
Why newspeople were ranting mad
About good times in the economy
The best we'd ever had

What was it there in times just now
That made us call them good
Who was in charge of times and how
These times be understood

Or did it matter after all
Since everyone was fine
If ease was really borrowed
If joy was really mine

And then one day the news were out
The good was there no more
But bad instead and maybe
Even darker than before

I wondered where this bad came from
And where the good could be
I wondered what those people saw
That I just couldn't see

I opened up my window then
To see just what had changed
From then to now from good to bad
How things were rearranged

I felt the smell of early spring
Of melting snow on grass
I saw the neighbors waving hands
And laughing through the glass

I saw the maples and the pines
Just like the year before
And I could see at least as many
swallows, maybe more

If nothing else they must have missed
Those flowers that the sun had kissed
How they were growing gracefully
They sure looked good to me

The illusion

When I was a child I asked my dad
Why the papers and the news kept talking about
Bad times with the economy
And good times with the economy
Why everyone was so happy for these good times with the economy

And why everyone was sad when the bad times came along

I wondered where the bad came from
And where all the good had gone

Cause when I was looking out the window
At the trees and the flowers and the sun
They all were like they used to be
They all looked good to me

Andrea Reuter i Lilla onsdag - sista avsnittet!

This post's in Swedish. It's about the last episode of our tv show - airing tonight!

Idag sänds sista avsnittet av Lilla onsdag, kl. 21:30 på FST5. Andrea Reuter är gäst, André och hon myser sig igenom film, tysk techno, språkfascism, Leonard Cohen och groupies. Det är nu bara så att Andrea är väldigt rolig och André är i toppform.

En liten överraskning utlovas på slutet. Varmt välkomna!

Monika Fagerholm i Lilla onsdag

This one's in Swedish, it's about our tv show here in Finland and this night's episode.

Idag är Monika Fagerholm gäst i Lilla onsdag. Det var mitt favoritråmaterial att jobba med i klippet, eftersom jag var så begeistrad av henne under bandningen. Det blev 1,5 timme diskussion och jag satt som förtrollad där på baksätet bredvid mittenkameran när André och hon körde den kurviga vägen.

Det blev också det svåraste avsnittet att klippa, eftersom Monika för vidare en känsla som hon lägger ord på, istället för ord som beläggs med känsla. Jag vet inte om Monika skulle skriva under denna beskrivning, men det är så jag upplevde det när jag satt där. Och varje gång jag klippte i materialet måste sömmen beakta så mycket mer än ordens betydelse. Det tog mig över en vecka att klippa det och pratstunden med Monika hörde till dem som skulle gjort sig som helt oklippta. Men jag är glad över programmet.

Strange feeling I'm not alone

DONE!

Eight episodes of Lilla onsdag produced and delivered! OOOOH! Yes!

 

One to go !!!!!

The number zero

I love the number zero. If I can choose, I want to be zero. This is my player number: Zero. Weightless, unlimited and absolutely filled with everything that can be. All potential is intact, no possibility is occupied. And that's the way I like it.

Out in the porridge yesterday

Got a few hours at Kaivo last night with Tobbe and Susanna ++. I had a good time, it was a little bit like walking into that space cantina in Star Wars.

Now it's breakfast with Anna and then it's editing. Tjingeling!

Video greeting on Vappu

Vappu is Labour Day. I'm stuck working, because I ... haven't gotten far enough and I have a deadline on Monday. So I thought I'd make a video greeting. Who knew?

Lunch with André and the Umbilical Brothers

I went to lunch with André and suddenly we were joined by the Umbilical Brothers, which was a fun surprise! The reason for this coincidence is that André's company is producing the happening tonight. They were very nice. When I told them I was coming to the show, they promised me to try not to be shit. Here's a clip:

Lilla onsdag on Youtube

If you don't understand Swedish or Finnish you'll still get the laughter ... The first clip from the first episode of Lilla onsdag 2 popped up on Youtube - which is nice! And Sonja is sweet, sweet, SWEET!

What a day!

The weather is awesome. It's springtime in Helsinki today - a perfect day for being outdoors ... I think. Greetings from the editing booth.  Just two more episodes to go!

The owl movement, part 2

Turn it up and let the joy flow ...



... and now: the album back cover!

Monika Fagerholm

I am putting the Lilla onsdag episode with Monika Fagerholm together now. She was soooo mesmerizing, very cool. Totally connected to the feeling of the moment. I'm a fan.

Early morning

Stopped by at Micke's studio to make a quick photo collage for tv. On my way to co-host the local morning show.

Letting go of vitutus

The ball in the upper left corner is my left index finger. It symbolizes the earth. The black disc symbolizes my vitutus (a great Finnish word for the essence of disappointment-based mental agony).

The Earth, as you can see, is in orbit around my vitutus. To get things in proportion. I think I´m gonna do some breathing exercises now.

JFK-HEL

André lyckades sova och jag lyckades vaka.

 

Last day in NY

The owl movement, part 1

The owls are not what they seem.

Brooklyn Prospect Park

This picture is from yesterday, we met Andrea and Michael and Adam in Brooklyn Prospect Park. We didn't know where in the park they were but we walked straight into their lap on gut feeling. Sweet.

New York, New York

This is where the day started. At the Landmark hotel, outside of New Orleans. Those of us who have been to North Korea are easily fooled. Is that .... ? Nope, it's the States. This one had certainly not seen a refurbishment since, well, ever. It's probably where naughty Best Western employees get sent as a punishment. For fairness' sake, I have to say the personnel was nice. But the place ... boy, oh, boy.

Here we are, New York, New York. The sun is shining and André is excited.

Editing Andrea

I'm editing the episode with Andrea Reuter now. She's cool. I like it when she says what she thinks. She's very funny and she's not afraid of being bitchy. I like bitches. In small doses - and Andrea has got a nice balance ... And a warm heart too.

Temporary office in NOLA

I found this bar called Pravda, with a sunny backyard complete with turtles in a pond. I was all by myself and did some editing in the sun.

The chairs were really cool, they we're actually rocking chairs thanks to this spiral mechanism. Right there, under the seat. Nerds, enjoy:

This is me before taking a bath yesterday.

Handmade window signs New Orleans