I am a creator... a artist... as I write this I give you a combination of symbols. I did not give you the meaning. you did. You create words, visualization and fealing from this, not me. I am the creator of the sequnce but you are the creator of the meaning and you are alone in that meaning. The meaning can be simular to other beeings experiance but it´s never the same. How deep can we go in meaning?

Embrace your freakiness and be free(k)

one, slow, breath… one, steady, beat… heart… what dose that word stir in you? I will lett you tell you a story about the creation of the heart symbol. it is a tale never told and the writer is Raz and the director is Raz. the storyteller and actors is you. the inspiration for the story is you and best of all! it´s LIVE! You create the story now as you go with the flow.

Once, a long time ago, in a reality far away, there was a world that lived in peace and harmony. there was one harmony walking hand in hand with it self and everybody else. at this “point” that is what our heart is: one point.
after eons of peace and puppy love, parts of the self started to disagree on how reality should “be” and slowly but steady it came down to 2 realities. One side was what we would view as “pure light, feminine and masculine”. The “other side” as the “other side” refered to them, was what we would relate to as *pure darkness, masculine and feminine*

There was a bloody war with two sides having “right” on their side and “wrong” on the other.

One day the two sides came together under a flag of truce. The black side approached the white side with a white flag. The white side approached the black side with a black flag. This was the first sign of respect the sides had shown each other sins the start of the war. and their conversation sounded a little like this:

-greetings oh puny fuzzy bunny! We come in peace! *whispers to friends* “Shoot to kill”.

-Hello Impydimpy, how are things with the wife? I made you this black rose as a sign for better times *hands rose to imp*

-Bah! I made you this pack of cigarettes as a get well soon token. and for da last time! do not call me Impydimpy!

*sigh* is this not getting old mr Imp? We have after all been doing this sins the dawn of time.

-finally something we agree on! What do we purpose oh so pink and fluffy?

-Lets create a world with a fresh view so that we might come to understand our sides.

*Imp and fuzzy bunny reluctantly merges and talk as one… for the last time in a very long time*

-This is what we must do. We must create life so that there can be death. We must create a past so that we can have a future. we need two sides on the same coin. We need to walk 2 paths and meet up in the end.

This is where our heart starts to take form. the point explodes out in two directions and they think they are separated. Our heart looks like a V now.

eons come and go and what happened on the paths is a mystery that this story teller will not create.


What happened at one point was that the two paths started to show each other respect and understanding.

“we do not agree… But we understand your point of view and love you for who you are and would have you no other way”
and the two separated points of the V starts to bow to each other in mutual respect and in the end we have our heart. Two sides turned in to one by mutual choice.




I love symbols and how powerful they are. There are symbols in imaginative amount of forms. if I write “one letter” or “1-letter” or just ” i “. How do we work with these symbols that we call words? How do I know that you understand what is coming out of my 'mouth'?

if you take this entire text and put a name on top of it, the symbols will have a symbol. how much meaning can words have? a imaginative combination of symbols. The word imagination for me has a deeper meaning while my father C:s no meaning for it other then children at play. What he dose not realize is that he uses his imagination all the “time” in daily life and in trying to plan ahead or remember the past, even the most simple problem in life needs the use of imagination. I think there really is no logic. Logic is something we as a collective decided, as a single mind, to imagine. Imagine a world of logic! is there really a history? or did we just imagine it? I don't know but I like to keep a open mind about reality and imagination is soooooo much faster then logic. That is why a imaginative/spiritual world has a easy *time* keeping up with a logical world. at least I like to think so =)

*throws a smoke bomb and disappears ninja style*