The Frequency Of Passion


Picture: Jazz Rock Guitarist Stone Temple Pilot by Yuriy Shevchuk




This morning I was watching a very interesting interview on YouTube by renowned musician and producer Pharrell Williams. He was interviewing another musician and producer from an older generation called Daniel Lanois. I’ve been attracted to his music since I was in University because of something I could not really explain to myself at the time. Gradually, becoming more acquainted with themes like following your passion and acting on your excitement, I started to get why I was so pulled towards his music. In the interview, something greater than himself transpires. He talks about dreaming about new ideas and having to write them down immediately when he wakes up; or visualizing sound in a room where he wants to record something. Inevitably, like a truffle dog, I smelled the fragrance of passion, and in his case, we can even talk about a substantial devotion.

In the spiritual community, we hear so many times people talking about life-purpose and doing what you love for a living. The idea that resonates more with me in the present phase of my journey is resumed in this quote from Bashar: “Follow your highest excitement, in whatever shape or form is presented at any give moment, to the best of your ability, without any expectations on how the outcome should look like.” Then he goes on saying that this state represents our true nature, our true unique frequency in the symphony of existence. In this particular state, when we’re in the zone, we experience more synchronicities and a freer flow of energy in our day to day life. In essence, we feel more fulfilled and less resistant to what we go through. If you want to know more about Bashar (channelled by Darryl Anka) and his powerful information you can find a lot of excerpts on YouTube and a discrete number of podcasts featuring his channel Darryl Anka on various platforms.

Going back to the fragrance I perceived in Daniel Lanois’ interview, I want to expand a bit the concept of alignment. Have you ever noticed any changes in you, positive or negative, when you listen to a song, watch a movie, contemplate an image, or read a book? Something happens. We tap into the energy of the content. Based on how we react to it, like mixing different chemical substances, we shift our own vibrational state. Of course, it depends on how much we resonate with that content and on what level, but, at least, a tiny transformation takes place. When it comes to passion, many of us feel very far from it, or doubtful about what they’re doing. To be fair, I’ve found myself in that place many times – too many times. So I’ve set the intention to do what I love and live a fulfilling life. I’ve consciously chosen to put myself in alignment with the frequency of passion.

Now, let me present you a hack to this. Imagine yourself devoid of inspiration, not only unwilling to create, but, in general, to wake up in the morning. So you start questioning your choices in life, you develop regret and bitterness. Depression and anger keep you in a low emotional state, you can’t see clearly: you’re lost. Well, it’s perfectly natural to feel like lost in our society. We’ve been driven away from what we enjoy in so many ways to make it easier to control us. However, from a higher perspective, this might have happened in order to let us rediscover, from a different point of view, who we truly prefer to be. The experience of feeling lost is a valuable one. When you’re lost, you can go everywhere you want. Your potential is even bigger than before. And that’s the perfect moment to get acquainted with the frequency of passion. But how? How to do that when you feel so apathetic, discouraged and desireless? Well, it’s quite simple actually. Start to put yourself in alignment with this frequency by looking at others who are already there, who are already doing what they love. It doesn’t have to be something that you personally want to do. For example, I don’t necessarily want to pursue a career in producing after listening to Lanois and Pharrel talking about their craft – maybe just a bit – but I’ve enabled myself to commune with that pure energy, behind its physical form.

Just bathe yourself in the energy of people doing what they love. Consume their content, listen to their interviews – some people even like to stick their images on the wall! And it can be a photograph of the Indian guru Paramahansa Yogananda, but it doesn’t have to be. Teenagers and grown fans, do this naturally by hanging posters of their favourite musicians on the wall, even without any awareness of the inspiration they get from them. Little by little, through these simple actions, you’ll be more and more sensitive to the vibration of excitement itself. And, by putting aside the excuses that pop into your mind when it comes to taking action, you’ll be more aware of what excites you the most. Maybe, it’s something that’s always been there somehow in the background of your life. Maybe it’s something unforeseeable, ignited by a new friendship, or synchronistic experience. Maybe it’s a trail of breadcrumbs, a series of totally disconnected events that you enjoy one by one and finally, but not necessarily, take you to a more stable and coherent activity. It’s important to be in the present moment as much as possible during this process. To be sensitive to your own internal states and observe them clearly. The next most enjoyable thing may then pop out of nowhere, naturally, just because we’ve attuned ourselves to the frequency of passion.




Unnecessary Possessions


Picture: Rush Hour On Leith Street  by John M. Boyd




Do you really need it? Will you honour it?

These are the questions that I’ve been indirectly asking myself these cold autumn days while walking into the warmth of art shops. I love art and I can’t help but notice, in myself, that consumerist society has taught us to treat everything as if it was to buy and keep – or throw. Buying something means that you’re going to make use of it in the near or distant future. For example, I’ve been a book stasher for most of my University years, and of all those attractive books I might have positively read 30%. In the last few years, I’ve questioned many of my compulsive behaviours and slowly developed a higher degree of awareness. The other day, I went to a frame and print shop in Edinburgh and felt very attracted by some art postcards, checked the price and considered buying. Afterward, I started doing what I normally do in museums or galleries: observing the painting without mental labels; first the whole pictures, then the details. Therefore I chose to not buy any of those beautiful cards. However, and here’s the trickiest part of contemporary lifestyle, I saved their details on my smartphone – as if the paintings were going to die if I didn’t – for future use or appreciation. I understand that I could use those details to share the paintings with friends or on social media, thus adding value to these people. But, we have to be very aware of the energy behind our actions. Only through presence, and therefore awareness, we achieve a powerful level of freedom in our choices. We can shift our unconscious intention – usually stemming from the constant unsatisfaction of the ego – into a more selfless or creative one. The desire to possess, cumulate, keep or save for ourselves emanates from an illusory state of lack: our egoic identity deludes itself that it needs more stuff in order to survive.

I obviously didn’t need to possess those prints and attach them to the wall to appreciate them. Probably, I didn’t even need to save their details on my web browser, but I’ve made good use of them – the picture in this article is one of those. In the present moment, the only moment we actually have, I have the chance to merge with them, to enjoy their contemplation, naturally recognizing that I don’t need to possess any beauty in order to commune with it.




Dancing Madman


Picture: Greek Dancer by Jean Groberg




Dancing madman on the street,

As free as the wind on his bare chest.

Dancing madman on the street,

Living in the moment,

Happier than the shop-owners

Peering out of the window at the ordinary miracle;

Happier than the police,

Came to extinguish his smile:

Laughter of the eternal child.

Dancing madman on the street,

His house’s a backpack,

His home, the whole world.

He has no riches nor gold

But he’s richer than most,

He’s richer than we’re told.

Dancing madman on the street,

You bestow me a tune

From the beginning of the century,

From the beginning of time,

Or is it from the end?

What? But how?

I don’t mind, for both of them

Can only be conceived Now.



Give Yourself Permission


Picture: Hummingbird Love (Open Hands) by Elody Gyekis




Give yourself permission

To feel the breeze on your skin,

To listen to the wind.

Give yourself permission

To breathe in the stillness of a tree,

To learn from the careless joy of a dog.

Give yourself permission

To be in harmony with the people surrounding you,

To honour them with your presence.



Whatever the circumstances,

Give yourself permission

To be happy now.



Don’t Search, Find

closeup of bright green painted picture with circle pattern, man

Picture by Anonymous




I’ve been hunting a laugh,

Her eyes, her smile so vibrant;

I’ve been looking for diamonds in a pile of coal,

For love outside myself.


I saw, I saw it again:

Love is already there,

Love is within you,

Within me;

I couldn’t make my mirror smile before smiling.

Go to the heart centre,

Feel the warmth

Warming all things in existence.

Don’t search,




Look Ahead


Picture by Barbara Keith




We can’t go backwards. That’s what life seems to be telling me these days. We can’t dwell in the past, we can’t inhabit the past, simply because it doesn’t exist.  We have only this precious, shimmering, present moment. Even nostalgia, sweet and sour, is experienced now. Because now is all we have, now is the gateway towards infinity and, guess what, it’s always open. Always. All the limitations we see are a by-product of our conditioning, of the collective beliefs we have accepted as true. But the essence of things is always there for us. Try this: plug in your headphones and play a song you like; if it has lyrics ignore them, listen to the music as if it was whole like a birdsong; listen to it fully without judgments, mental commentaries, anecdotes, memories; anytime a thought pops up go back gently to the music. Now you’re really listening to the song, without the filter of your mind. The chattering mind is a powerful tool, but it can become a tricky distraction from what we are experiencing now. Moreover, the mind can only stir up a soup of what you already know – the old, the past. Even when we think about the future we see through our old dusty glasses. Is it a good thing? A bad thing? Neither of the two, you choose. Nothing is inherently good or bad – the mind judges. When we silence the mind we recognize that everything is neutral. That said, I invite you, as I invite myself to be present, aware to the here and now. I invite us to act unpredictably. To act boldly. To shake the current state of things. Because, right now we have infinite possibilities.

Open your eyes and look ahead.



Going To The Big Something Out Of Skye


Picture by Andrew Peutherer Prints




Sit back, relax. I want you to feel your body, I want you to feel the vital energy that activates your limbs. The energy in your toes, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, pelvis. In your belly, torso – breasts if you happen to have a couple – shoulders. In your fingers, hands, forearms, upper arms. In your neck, feel your neck. Ultimately, the head: full of thoughts, worries, desires, fears, ambitions. Get rid of those, please. It’s easy: just be aware of the electromagnetic energy in your head, and in your whole body. Now feel your chest, feel your heart-center and feel it as the core of your being. Close your eyes for a while. Try to maintain your awareness on that subtle electric sensation in your whole body as long as you can.

Now you’re ready to read this.

James is ready to leave. The bags are packed, the sails are tacked. Tina is waiting outside near the sailboat, she looks astounding in the grey light of the firth. She smiles. She’s looking through the window glass at James who’s making sure everything in the house is turned off. One thing’s already for sure, the vibe is everything except off. They are flowing. Flowing through the game of matter, since they gained access to the fourth dimension. Life is a dream – repeat it a couple of times, life is a dream. They are right where they need to be, which miraculously matches with where they want to be. Or maybe, they finally got it. The two things always match.

Tina stops James’ enthusiastic boarding by clutching the edges of his coat. She looks at him in the eyes and kisses him. “Now, you can go.” He smiles and carries all their luggage below deck. “Wait! The moca coffee pot!” he yells.

“I’ll take it. You set the sails, love.” She jumps off the boat and almost breaks her ankle – she giggles. The wooden cabin still glows with the light of the small portion of existence they shared there. Tina plucks a bunch of buckthorn berries before going, they might come in handy. They cast off. James reaches the elm and adjusts the course. The salt is in the air, the seagulls guard the land – they’ll make sure everything carries on well while they’re away. Tina and James exit the firth and its pines. They sail on to the Isle of Man, then make a stop in Bangor, Ireland. Finally, they reach the Isle of Skye. From there they will cross the ocean. But let’s focus on the now, the only existing moment.

Portree is just gorgeous. They stop and sit in the colourful harbour with their guitars. He repeatedly strums a chord in the gentle breeze: D minor. She starts elaborating an intricate arpeggio in accordance with the gulls’ song. Then they switch abruptly, she picks up the rhythmic role. James’ fingers dance through the scales and bends of his blues-rock solo. The tourists who appear along with the flowers in spring – some of them actually look like bizarre flowers – groove to their random music show, which allows them to enjoy the beauty of the scenery even more. They play Stand By Me by Ben E. King: she sings the background vocals with gut-shaking precision, he lets his voice come out as if it was running water from a mountain spring. Everybody gathers around them; even the bagpipe player from the other side of the wharf decides to come over – perhaps he was a bit tired and needed an excuse to stop. Afterwards, they play the homonymous song by Oasis, Wishman by Trevor Hall, and Ice Cream Man by young Tom Waits.

“We have one last song now, from our friend Herons, it’s called The Valley,” says Tina.

James strums a series of long chords. F minor sharp, D major, A major. Tina decorates the sequence with a drizzle of high guitar notes. So they start singing in unison: “Way down to, way down to the valley… Way down to, way down to the valley…” and James shouts, “One, two, three, four!”

The rock and roll tune echoes all over the bay, fresh and uplifting. And, surprisingly enough, no-one bothers to reach for their smartphones and record it – they’re too absorbed in the present moment. Tina and James thank everybody wholeheartedly. People throw coins and notes in their funky hats. Although paper and metal discs will serve no purpose in the ocean, they opt for spending them for more food supplies and a bottle of gin – you never know.

Dawn bursts purple on the horizon; the seagulls salute them as they, Neptunian acrobats, cross the billows. The show is set. The symphony plays wild. It smells like thunder and lightning, but it doesn’t matter. Death is just like falling overboard and melt in the sea of creation, or at worse, bump on a new boat…