Meanwhile: Flashbacks 

Train is an ideal occasion for wondering, staring out, daydreaming. Just that. Observing the fields, villages, roads. The images are flashing, then fall behind, disappear. Seeing them for a splinter of second and leaving them behind. Not thinking. Not judging. Letting go.

I try to enjoy every detail I am able to capture. Shape of the trees, sudden appearance of a water surface, solitary objects of all kinds in the landscape. Tranquil countryside transitioning into busy suburbs and even busier city centres with all encompassing mayhem.Train passes. The journey is serving me the images at the speed of the train engine. Visual fast food.  

When on a train, I have a clear destination. Even if the destination station has not been chosen, there is always a next train station which can serve as one. This provides me with an option to get off or to just stay seated and keep going until we reach the final station. A sort of relief if you feel you are having a life without a destiny. A life purpose finally!

Meanwhile, as my train journey continues, I notice that the windows reflect images from the other side as if it were a port into another dimension. A parallel space extends outside the train. I observe it. But then my mind wanders into memories and flashbacks. And even more parallel spaces into expanded consciousness. My body is my temple of liquid infinity. Flashbacks. This time & place. Everywhere.

In that moment I recall Timothy Leary. When I was a freshwoman at the university I came across his teachings. I was attracted by his writings on expanded consciousness. It was a new stream of ideas for me as Czechoslovakian doors recently opened. As a student of art therapy I wanted so badly to expand my consciousness! ASAP! Fortunately for me I was not able to get LSD or other types of hallucinogenic substances where outside of my reach. After some time I opened myself to deepen my mind through zen meditation and  kundalini yoga practice and various breathing techniques. Fortunately I could work on the same goal of finding my personal purpose, my spiritual quest, similar to Mr. Leary’s, but just through physical exercise, breath work and accompanying lifestyle of practicing modesty and gratitude. 

Somehow, on this train, all my gurus came to visit me in the flashbacks. Timothy Leary, Yogi Bhajan, Osho, Krishnamurti, Archangel Michael, Guru Rattana.

Thanks for inspiration, Timothy.

Just breath. Persevere.