The evening was dawning.
With narrowed eyes, he saw the little beetle running around on his paper.
He had never seen a beetle like it in his entire life. So small, with green and black stripes
"Hello my tiny friend."
In a flash, the beetle looked up. And as if the beetle had understood what Bodhilama was saying to him, he moved his antennae and pointed them at Bodhilama.
"Jau, boy. I am not tiny, yah! I am a big bug.
Strong and pumped."
His voice was deep & grumpy.
"Don't limit me with your believe systems okay?!
The universe you perceive is not the same as what I perceive.
I am fucking huge. Okay?! Nobody can do me any harm.
I am huge, strong, not tiny. Got it?"
Bodhilama hesitated, his eyes slowly closing, then opening again, only to close and open once more..
"Yeah, sure sir, I really apologize for making you small."
"Yeah, just think about your limiting beliefs, man!
I mean, making me small is actually a projection from your inner self onto me.
You limit actually yourself! Be honest with yourself.
What makes you think like that?
What are the old stories and narratives you're still telling yourself?"
"Hmmm, I mean, I am a Writer. And sometimes I doubt myself.
I feel like I am not good enough at what I do.
I think I'll never be recognized for my writings.
And I am scared to spend all my flowers, without getting some for my work.
That would mean, to earn some flowers, I 'd have to do something I don't like.
You know? I'm afraid I'll run out of flowers"
"Yooo, listen kid,
if you think you're going to run out of flowers, you're going to run out of flowers, okay?
Got it? What you think and belief will become reality.
Just say to yourself the following sentence:
'I have enough & I will always have enough.
I am abundant and bathing in my abundance everyday,
naked.'"
"Naked? Why do I have to be naked?"
"Oh, ma', okay, I'm not going to tell you that now.
It's a long story, okay?
And you not seem like the smartest pea in the pot.
My time is precious, too.
So, Speak with me:
I am enough."
"I am enough."
"Duuude, do your vocal cords need some oil, or wha'?
SAY IT! I AM ENOUGH!"
"I AM ENOUGH."
"I AM ENOUGH AND I WILL ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH."
"I AM ENOUGH AND I WILL ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH."
'I HAVE ENOUGH & I WILL ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH.
I AM ABUNDANT AND BATHING IN MY ABUNDANCE EVERYDAY, NAKED."
'I HAVE ENOUGH & I WILL ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH.
I AM ABUNDANT AND BATHING IN MY ABUNDANCE EVERYDAY, NAKED."
"Good!
Seriously, why you humans are limiting yourself, man?
Universe is endless, and what comes after that is beyond, you know?
You have so much, so just enjoy. Be f***ing grateful."
"But, you know sometimes I forget to be grateful.
I have to remind myself and..."
"Listen, I don't care. Like I said, my time is precious.
From now, for every minute you have to pay me.
But since I know you don't have so much flowers,
I say: Hasta la vista boy!"
"Heyy, thank you very much Sir. Before you go.
Please, let me know your name."
"My name is Jay C. PMW, but you can call me Sir CJ."
And so Sir CJ crawled into the twilight.
Silence descended.
Bodhilama
These are the Letters of Bodhilama, a guy who lives in a time of transformation.
A guy who felt the urge to write, because nothing else made any sense.
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