About black


It's not about Black Lives Matter. Or rase. Not at all.

It is about real. Real feeling. Intense and overwhelming. Voluptious. When the conscientiousness of it is pushing one to face it. Release comes afterwords...

Black is an earthly/earthy color. I say color because I treat it this way. It is about solid ground. Real. With black near by every other color is more vibrant.

Black is something strange that comes over us sometimes. Still real.

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  1. David March 9, 2022 at 1:26 PM

    După ce am ascultat niște NDE am văzut altfel culoarea asta. De fapt e materie. In modul cel mai pozitivi.

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    1. cara forestieriMarch 9, 2022 at 5:18 PM

      Exact, materie. Materia mi se pare la fel de importanta ca si spiritul.

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    2. David March 10, 2022 at 7:11 AM

      Și mie. Materia e spirit. Dar pe alta frecventa.

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    3. cara forestieriMarch 11, 2022 at 3:38 PM

      Se poate. Sa fie una, sau parte dintr-un tot.

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    4. David March 12, 2022 at 1:43 AM

      Eu sunt convins de asta. Materia nu exista fără spirit.

      E ca apa. Se transforma Din stare lichida in gazoasă.

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  2. David March 12, 2022 at 1:46 AM

    PS. Și nu zic doar eu asta, fizica cuantica explica reducția materialismului dincolo de particula fizica.

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  3. cara forestieriMarch 12, 2022 at 7:16 AM

    Thanks for insights! Great!

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