So the sun seared her face into her soul.
“FUCK YOU!!” she shouted at him, laughing hard and deep.
“I listened to you, followed what you whispered to me from that mystical realm of yours —
and this is what I get? I feel like a fool!”
She was biting her lip.
Trying to keep her laughter in. Failing.
Meanwhile, he was double-rolling on the ground, tears in his eyes, laughing like thunder.
There she sat — hands in her hair, under the tree —
sighing, giggling, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You know I’m never listening to you again, right? NEVER!”
Somehow…
somewhere deep down…
she knew this was exactly his kind of humour.
"You got pranked!"
And he didn’t care how she felt —
he just laughed and laughed and laughed.
She’d never admit it out loud…
but she found it absolutely hilarious.
And oddly… very attractive.
There she sat — bound to the tree by the cords of the universal laws of fairness.
Her mouth silenced by truth.
“This was my last chance to get you, girl,” he shouted.
“I know you won’t listen to me again!”
And there she stayed. Still giggling. Still burning.
The tree gave no shadow —
so the sun seared her face into her soul.
That evening,
she would look tanned.
“There was a time that words
were rarely written
and stories wandered
from one mouth to another,
living their own life.
Seeds to be planted,
but never meant to be read.
Though I deeply love writing,
i wonder sometimes
if I’d not better hide them
and spend more time
in sharing stories
mouth to mouth,
the present of presence
together.
Because maybe
these words from breath to breath
touch deeper,
like kissing lips.
Yes, ... I might
rather kiss
you.”
The last few days have been beautiful —
but also quite hectic.
That’s why I haven’t been able to write much here on my blog.
Still, the experiences of these days made it once again clear:
I’m meant to keep exploring this path I’m walking,
and keep sharing the unfolding of life through my words —
for those who feel the resonance.
Yes… this is for you.
The ones who feel it.
And we, somehow, are the unfolding.
Or at least — we’re part of it.
I don’t write to teach.
I write as an example.
Of how soul-led living unfolds in simple, daily moments.
How life reflects itself inward — and how the inner writes itself outward.
And yes… I’m just one example.
But so are you.
So is everyone!
No, I’m not a handbook.
Never claimed to be.
Each of us is writing our own manual —
page by page, breath by breath.
Whether consciously or not.
A few days ago, I went to Cap Gris-Nez in France with one of my best friends.
It was Pedro’s birthday, and he longed to go back —
he hadn’t been there since his childhood.
What he didn’t know,
until I told him in the car,
was that this place holds deep meaning for me.
I always go there when a season of my life ends.
And that’s exactly what happened —
as we walked 12 kilometers along the shore.
(Well… 11.99 km, to be exact — thank you, Google Fit. 😄)
Numbers mean nothing —
unless you give them meaning.
But oh…
how often the soul speaks in them.
Like how I keep seeing 55s everywhere lately —
not as a message I’m waiting for,
but as a confirmation of what my soul already knows:
Change is coming.
Or rather… is arriving — outside of me,
to reflect the shift that already happened within.
The first warm spring days by the sea.
And the next day, a walk with my dear friend Lindsey.
Yes… this time I want to name the ones who’ve walked with me
through years of light and shadow.
Those who supported me quietly —
sometimes with words,
but mostly with their presence.
And as I’ve said before:
presence means everything …
presence is everything
“Everything has a reason,” we often say.
And I laugh, because… yes and no.
But when it’s a “yes”?
Trust me — I feel it.
Like the chat I had yesterday with a friend from the US.
It wasn’t even so much what we said —
but something clicked open - within me.
And it led to a night at work
flooded with new insights I can’t wait to share.
All in time.
It will unfold as it should.
Because even the smallest moment,
when met with awareness,
holds gems and golden treasures.
Not because we search for meaning —
that’s just the personal mind in disguise.
But because life reveals itself to the one who surrenders.
And yes…
life takes care of life.
Just like the ring I finished last week —
made from a broken bracelet.
A small piece of gold and peridot.
Just part one, for now.
Maybe I’ll share the full story later
in the jewelry section of my website.
It felt good to work on it again.
And after the many sweet reactions,
I might just continue with it.
We’ll see.
Time always knows.
And this morning, after night shift,
the moon was in front of me the whole ride home —
huge and golden-yellow.
I thought it was a supermoon…
but no.
Just the moon in Leo.
And when the moon sits in your sun sign —
big doors are open.
Just be aware of them.
In the coming days, I’ll reconnect with friends I haven’t seen in a while…
while Daouda is off to the center of France for a school exchange.
Later this week, I’ll join him —
and together we’ll travel south,
to hike the Pyrénées with a new soul I’m excited to meet.
After six journeys to Nigeria,
I feel ready for a different kind of air.
Not intensity —
but softness.
Not pressure —
but peace.
Earlier today I replied to someone on Threads:
I have people in my life for years,
that I only know through the internet.
They’ve walked with me through my darkest seasons.
Every morning I’d wake to: “Honey, how are you today?”
During the day, I’d hear them.
And at night: “Sweet dreams, my love.”
Most of them have nothing to do with the things I write or share —
but they are magnificent.
They are these gems.
I don't have goals, purposes, nor dreams anymore
but where the flow of life allows me,
i will go to visit them,
because they still have this dream.
And they are me.
And I — them.
Presence is everything.
Speaking of oneness…
And if I don’t get to write for a while —
please know:
this soul is always with you.
Oneness is who we are.
And through your soul…
you can find me.
I love you.
TINY SUNBURSTS
WITHIN OUR BEING
I didn’t write much on my blog lately —
mostly because I was traveling,
and life simply flowed past me like a river I was floating in
though deeply aware of what is happening.
It feels strange to feel my fingers hover over the keyboard again, forming words into this dimension.
And yet… here I am.
Meanwhile, I heard some reactions to my writings. Most of them brought me to an even deeper realization:
They are not understood.
And this, my dear ones — you who take the time to read these words — is perhaps the most normal reaction from the personal mind.
Because truly: these writings cannot be understood by the mind. It’s simply not possible.
I write from a perspective the human eye cannot see.
We all know our vision is very limited — certainly compared to that of many animals. But it’s not just our eyesight.
Our entire human experience — mind and body alike — is limited in frequency and perception.
Let me say it like this: the place from where I write,
is a dimension the human brain, eyes, and senses cannot fathom.
Last week, I was in the Pyrénées.
I spent beautiful days there with a new friend, Bruno — a wonderful man, deeply steeped in spiritual knowledge, who lives out what he knows in the purest way he can.
I had no idea what this journey would bring me.
I only knew I had to go.
So I went — with Daouda by my side — simply following my inner voice, as I always do.
One of those days, Bruno took us into the mountains to see a colony of vultures.
They flew upward, carried by the warmth of the wind.
He told me that vultures are a spiritual sign — of being lifted up, of transcending.
I smiled.
Then he shared that vultures see in great detail from three kilometers above the earth — and that when they feed, no bacteria remain in their feces, making them incredibly clean and pure animals.
And in that moment I thought:
Yes, I see myself in them.
I live from above.
I see the landscape of human belief systems from a higher vantage point — a place where the soul is not entangled in the illusions of the mind.
Yes, there’s a rising force in this world now — a call into higher frequencies of consciousness, into the realm of the awakened mind.
But I live from the soul frequency —
the place above the mind,
the quiet stillness that sees all.
This is the place I write from.
This is the place I live from.
And no — I haven’t yet met another human in this lifetime who lives entirely from that same place… though some come close.
I hope to write more again soon, my sweethearts —
for those of you who simply read, and in doing so, allow the words to plant little seeds of consciousness.
Tiny sunbursts within your being.
Because that’s what happens when we meet — whether through words, energy, or presence.
More soon.
Have a beautiful weekend. 🌞🌱
04.19.24
The 2 pillars
Can you imagine, it’s been such a while that I did not have the time
to write in my diary and rarely I wrote on my blog.
Time doesn’t wait for my words,
rather it fills my life with flow,
new horizons and treasured moments.
The funny thing is that I almost long
for my working hours in the factory in the hope
that I would have some minutes to write.
And here I am,
Aviko present,
my phone in my hands
and typing letter by letter.
Yes, slower than on my laptop,
but still with a wide smile on my face.
And I've got so much to share.
On the one hand quite some new insights came
– I admit, my brain is still digesting.
On the other hand,
I saw so many of my closest ones lately,
had catch-up time
and felt a deep longing to meet and help those that live far away.
It brought me back to this time around 4 years ago,
when I went for the second time to Pakistan.
One week of conference and spiritual gatherings.
Another week to look deeper into the possibilities of setting up a business.
Those two pillars have always interested me:
- building up the inner person of the people of the land,
- while meanwhile looking into ways to make the outward life for them better.
But first, life took a detour.
I had to learn what true surrender meant.
Not a gentle letting go, but a deep, irreversible dissolving.
A moment that can’t be undone.
I had to surrender my entire mind to the soul
— to let go of the 'I' that still tried to understand, to calculate, to manifest, to survive.
Yes, I had to stop living from the 'I' altogether.
Because here is the truth:
for practices like mindfulness or the law of attraction to work,
the ‘I’ must stay alive.
There must be a someone who wants, who desires, who aligns.
But once you pass into the soul, that structure collapses.
Not because it was bad
— but because it was never who you really were.
And so, I no longer live.
Life now lives through me.
And that, dear reader,
changes everything.
So… it wouldn’t be such a surprise that I came back to that first longing,
these two pillars that were already growing.
Though I tell you, every seed first has to die, before it can grow.
It has to split, and in that combination of water and soil,
heat and the breath of life,
male and female,
things just start to sprout again.
Different than I had thought first?
Definitely… but also definitely better!
Yes, the soul has split and will bring forth the life it always had in it…
in manyfold!
The last days the universe is showing me these two pillars again:
building the inner person – letting people know whom they truly are (is that not the reason I am writing here?)
And looking for business-wise ways to grow in help of others in need.
Because, as I shared already before: there is no lack in my life.
And I gently smile deeply when I write this.
But the last days I felt the arms of the universe in love around me
for every little detail of my life that has been provided.
Do I feel lucky? YES!
But so can you!
Do I feel loved? YES!
But so can you!
Talk soon, my dear gentle readers,
of whom I am the first one 🤣🤣🤣
05.01.25
Just some quick pics.
Pic 1: Griet and I went to a fantastic concert in Brussels last week: Amistad. We enjoyed ourselves!
Pic 2: De Palingbeek and the trees with the eyes: ow yes, the universe has seen us.
Pic 3: While we have beautiful weather in Belgium this spring time, i am just waiting near the water before …
Pic 4: My gemstone setting classes … here’s just an update of my fingers doing what they like!
We are treasure!
At work … break.
Those moments that I get aware of these little details:
“Tout est meilleur avec un peu de tendresse”
Everything is better with a little tenderness … sigh, life is beautiful 🫶
05.03.25
This is a blogpost under construction - more to come soon - meanwhile, feel free to comment!
Life is getting pranked - and loving it.
Flowers to you, my boy! 💐
Good morning (good afternoon, good evening & good night)
Let’s get some rest