Counceling

The examples below are mostly when people come to me for counsel..asking my advice… relying on my experience and also education. There are also when it was professional..in the work I was doing..such as being responsible for a Work training and preparing people for work in regular paid/salary work. Then there was in my work as a youth councelor, where it was a part of my job to have regular talks with the youth. I was also responsible for a youth rehabilitation programe for young people that had done some criminal offences.

There are so many different ways of counceling.. depending, who, subject, level of importance/seriousness etc
I have a few examples… couplecounseling… where one party come to me for counsel…and how terrible the situation is… describe it as unbearable…And I listen..give advice etc. The result is that 9 times out of 10… they return to their relationship 

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Then I have in the counsel of drug/alcohol addiction…so many wise words from me 

but also here nearly 10 out of 10 listen but literally go their own merry way…anyw

(after a good, wise counsel went straight to the drug/alcohol)
Then in more down to earth friend to friend…it is the same pattern…have more examples
The conclusion is that to give advice, suggestions etc are mostly a waste of time… because it is seldom if ever adhered to.
My first advice to myself is to not be so quick to give advice and suggestions.. whatever. I need to learn to ask the right questions before giving advice. I am so so tired to see my advice and suggestions going the opposite direction.
It both hurts and make me feel stupid.
Especially when women come to me and litterally pour out their heart to me how terrible their situation is… talk for an hour… they say Yes yes…and they tell me I am right etc…the problem is when 2 people meet like this…it is a vulnerable situation… because I am also vulnerable.. because I speak more from my heart than from my brain. In situations like this… feelings happens (especially for me)..it is also me getting vulnerable and I find myself..well…. liking this woman….. and then SHITTY SHITTY SHIT happens 

I am such a looser.. when my feelings get in the way…i as well also looking for a woman with not only brain but with a spirit and a soul 

You have to have a quest..a dream,,,goal,, journey

Do you have an expandable truth or an inexplandable truth

In a way we are walking around in a corpse,,a futile so called body which so fast can be transformed into a corpse that will decay and slowly return to dust/earth (unless you are cremated than your corpse become ashes)… anyway we dont have much that we can add to the life that we/I once and for all(even before we were born)can add an inch..a second..a moment
God knows how we try and try but it is a loosing battle…and we are fucked.
In the so called animal Kingdom ( which for some reason we are but are called Humans) have left because in the real Animal Kingdom.. death is clearly accepted, recognized…and subsequently dealt with accordingly….You are old..hurt(Beyond rescue..no medical team comes to your assistance etc..so die) there are even lots of nature films/documentaries that confirms this. The people filming it does not interfere…call for the ambulance..send in a surgeon..call for extra help…but they just go on filming the drawn out death struggle and do it in the name of ”This is natures way..so dont interfere”…
And by evolutions standards…why dont we humans subdue us to these standards??

Lets look at communication..sharing.. quality of life ..the last 100-120 years..give or take a few…
Anyway 100-120years ago people communed in a very close social network.. where the family was the nucleus…the binding factor. The communication was verbal..from mouth to mouth without any outside interference…so the social structure was very tight with very little interferences from the outside world… there was of course the church and dominant factor and if you were a peasant.. you were hired labour and thus dependent from a owner for pay, food and housing. But within thoose 4 walls excisted the family where the social structure was built simplified.
Now in the 1920 or so came a new medium..(,or2,) the radio which was the internal medium that was inside your home and house.. that suddenly replaced thoose cosy family talks…and outside (literally) the movies(rolling pictures) came as an amusement.. but still outside the home. The radio was much for news and information and some entertainment…but slowly the entertaining part became predominant..and the movie business moved from silent to sound… this went on for quite some years when suddenly another medium appeared on the world stage! The Television!!! And did it break barriors…like a paradigm change. First it was very restricted to the more affluent(expensive stuff)..but slowly reached the big masses!! Consequences the tv became the new baby in the family that demanded a lot if not all the attention.  Result family communication slowly but surely detiorated…but it is not finished there… further steps are coming
Beginning to see the overall picture…it looks coincidential..or something like that but to me it is like a master plan to destroy and divide the basic fabric of humanity and the social infrastructure..

When I look back and I mean really back like 60years or more going on80! Did I by any imagination possible see myself where I am now?
I was such a quiet shy, introvert person (still am).
How could this blond, chubby little boy ever imagine himself at 72 years of age..sipping a frappe coffee with a small cake…on an outdoor cafe in the south of Tenerife. Having lived here for the last 2winters now. And looking forward to many more and this I say with deep emphasis and from my heart..If God will!
Yes  with the help of God…by me making the descions and I can truly say that He has done the rest…God has filled in the gaps..the last touch on the canvas so to say….but the descions were up to me..for me this is how I believe/my belief and how my faith works. I am in every way responsible for my life and whatever descion I make….then it always helps with some nudge on the way…so that I can feel that it wasnt such a bad choice/descion.
Anyway it has been a long long road that brought me here… many trials..troubles.. disappointments.and many many happy moments, that are far to many to even make account for here (I do it in another place/writing).
But that a 72  year journey would put me here where I am now…it is for me beyond every dream, hope..that could be imagined… and the journey is not by far finished…I am going for 80 now 

I dont wait for a vision a dream…I create…visaulise it and make it mine……

It is true to say that todays system is not only trying but succeding to mortalise and kill the individual and the individuals integraty…and making the individual absorb into a collective inhumanisation 

In the 60s generation that I was privilegierade to grow up with… lets just focus on music how it has developed… from intimate small personal concerts… until multi… arena…skows… entertainment circus!

I like one swedish word that illustrates the moment ”ögonblicket”, freely translated ”in the twinkle of an eye”… that really says a lot about the moment and how fast it passes.

I went for a walk and I walked and walked…never seemed to reach a destination…only some temporary stations..

Hur trivs du med livet?

I am a socioholic…I need a social life 

Attributes…all life centers around this word

Sometimes I feel that I walk/live in a parallel universe/time…one in where I am now…and in my mind on my way to another one/future

När resan blir målet. För mig är resan något väldigt avkopplande. Jag ger mig alltid tid till resan. Ppbörjar resan tidigt.. kommer de flesta gånger i väldigt god tid till ”resan”. Tycker om den tiden som resan tar. Resan är en neutral plats ett konstant NU. Man lämnar någon/något och är på väg till någon/något annat. Ibland något helt nytt och ibland något som redan är känt. Men resan är ”bubblan/vaccinet” mellan 2 platser.
Tycker om att göra resan avkopplande, stimulerande. Ibland sitter jag bara och tar in alla intryck.. läser någon bok…etc men mest av allt så känner jag lugn.
Jag ägnar faktiskt mycket tid till planeringen av resan…inte bara vad jag ska göra när jag når destinationen(ett kapitel i säg hur jag planerar destinationen.. vilket också kan vara resan!)
Kan liknas vid en pil som blir skjuten/avfyrad…på väg (resan) till sitt mål…. oavsett distans så blir det en resa.

”You..Who are on the road(life)… Must have a Code that you can live by…”

Sailor in LIFE…I was a Sailor in my youth,, crossed the Atlantic Ocean… visited almost every country in South America.. going through the Panama Canal 4times…the feeling never left me
And though I did not continue to sail the 7 seas..my life has become a life of ”sailing ”….a rootless life with many ports/stations/homes but few to feel at peace and home.
I am a Sailor in life on my journey to distant shores

Time is a surrealistic metaphor, because in reality we exist in nothing… from nothing to nothing
Time tries to convince we exist…but Do we
Time is the only proof of our existence/existentiell

You can shape your body from the sounds you hear… everything has a frequency..even silence

As a little boy I was playing in the sand
Building sandcastles that time and again the sea washed away..
Little did I know that my life would be like this, building many hopes, making them strong, so I thought, but the tides of time came in and washed them away, not only once but twice, three and many more times..
Did I stop building, hoping, dreaming, feeling?
No I again building myself a new castle 

Jag är en mor/farfar till 7 barnbarn.. pappa till 5 barn. 5 helt fantastiska barn som varit mina bästa diamanter.. juveler… ädelstenar i livet. Se dessa mina fantastiska barn blivit sådana underbara föräldrar är bortom allt mitt förstånd och förklaringar. Detta är något som jag känner sådan stolthet och ödmjukhet över, hur de älskar och öser kärlek över mina barnbarn (sina barn) är mer än vad som går att beskriva i ord för mig. Och de har den roligaste.. härligaste moster/faster som ger livet ännu mer innehåll och spännande.

Socialstyrelsen har egentligen NOLL koll på människors välbefinnande…att må bra..känna sig lustfylld etc. De verkar ha NOLL koll på hur svensken egentligen mår. Hur mycket antidepressiva tabletter skrivs ut? Skrämmande!! Men här finns andra intressen.. eller?
Men vad skrämmer mig är att socialstyrelsen fokuserar på symptom inte den grundläggande problematiken. De flyttar över skulden/ansvaret på den enskilda individen för deras totala misslyckande…att ha en välmående.. fungerande befolkning. Nästan till nivån av angiveri…anmäl din kollega/granne/vän enligt socialstyrelsens nya direktiv
Tack o lov lämnat detta förmyndarland

We need to stop ”Artificialising ourselves to be beautiful!”

Eating in many ways are a ritual…rooted in very deep cultural customs

I know very well that I am 72years old/Young. .very few people tend to or think I am at this age …. I cannot tell or say anything… these people are my mirror.  they are my mirror. I know very well that I am at the sloopeside of life… when life is at its end…the end for us all..and the beginning of what is next,. .. next is a very sublime… world… because..

Cuntemplation
Cuntrey
Cuntformation
Cuntdictionary
Cunt do that

The priviledge or curse of an artist…never to see his work complete, perfect, finished.. always seeing, discovering faults or improvements.. whether it be a painting, sculpture, music, writing, cooking etc ..
The priviledge and joy of the spectator…not seeing.. be ignorant..even if they see the ”mistake”… they see it as part of the art.

Maybe it is the sum of our imperfections, mistakes, faults that makes us the person, character, we become…the successes often leave little trace in the way we are formed.

Life is a fucking constant of sharades…an imiginary thought or fiction of both past.. present and future…. because in the ”game” of sharedes it is constantly re-written….
Even my own life gets re-written just about every day… depending on my moood… feelings.. emotions… weather (cold..warm..wind..rain..snow..grey..dark..sun..etc).. I am a victim to thoose above mentioned…and many many more… circumstances

How can I ask of you to understand me… when I myself have trouble to understand myself

MINDGAMES…i love that John Lennon song/lyrics. He really gets down to how we all are in a MINDGAME in this world. We are born with a blank sheet…and from then on the MINDGAME starts. The biggest fake ever to be created in this world. The fake is that we learn (most of us) that our MINDGAME (thoughts) are ours and the Truth. So we go through life (especially through the teenage years) constantly under construction/building our MINDGAME/thoughts. As we grow older we even believe/telling ourselves that we pretty much have learned it..how to play the MINDGAMES…but have we?
I am not so sure about this…. using myself as an example. Like a wise person once said ”The more I learn…the less I seem to know. ” When I learn something…10 or more doors open. It just seem like accumulating knowledge does give answers but it also opens up to more questions!
Therefore I see it all regardless of nationality, belief, colour, culture, language, ethnicity etc…ALL MINDGAMES