Elle Vihman
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I was born and raised in a small Baltic country called Estonia. Back then, it was still known as Soviet Estonia, and the main laws were dictated by Russia. Today, the most important thing any individual can do is find their inner balance.
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The Blink of God's Eye
It's been a while since I last wrote something on my own. Today, while watching a so-called 'perfect Christmas movie,' I found myself thinking that despite the film's overly sweet Americanized story meant for entertainment, it contained many genuinely effective thoughts. Especially in the journey of Unconditional Love, there were insights worth exploring.
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Futurism
THE BODY, OR OUR BIOCHEMICAL MACHINE, FOR GROPING AROUND HERE ON THE SPACE ROCK.
No, I'm not going to do an anatomy lesson here for star children. Although this is also a necessary reminder. The first picture gives us a rough idea of what we carry with us on a daily basis. Of course, the scale is not what it should be, but we just need to first understand how many different spacesuits we carry around.
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Humans
UNDERSTAND OR CONDEMN
The old story of "give mercy, not execute", was an example of our generation's learning of Estonian grammar, how the choice of the place of the comma can completely change the meaning of the sentence, but since the landlord did not have a good relationship with commas, the comma was placed in the second place instead. "Not to pardon, but to execute" and only because of the comma, the one who actually wanted to be pardoned lost his life.
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Psyche
WHAT WE WANT MOST…
Why do we fear truly sharing ourselves? I'm not talking about a regular intimate relationship or relationships created out of convenience here. What follows is a mixture of personal insights, current energies, and insights from Ana Souto video calls. So, hop aboard, and let's sail this stormy sea called the spiritual journey.
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Psyche
Purgatory vol 3
Once again, it's time for me to expose my wounds to the world. A necessity driven not so much by hunger, but by an internal command, a call to benefit those who might stumble upon this place by chance or have been my readers throughout these last three years of Journey. Yes, almost precisely three years have passed since that day when I began to remember who I am, and that there's a man in my life with whom I almost, nearly, intertwined three decades ago. And now it has become apparent that everything he spoke of back then has turned into truth today (well, not everything, some parts are still unfolding).
By Elle Vihman2 years ago in Chapters
