Ferdinand Jensen

Startling out of bed there seemed to be vibrant powerful and colourful energy running through me; I somewhat dizzily stood up from my couch and unbalancedly got to my feet. Shovveling yoghurt filled muesli down my throat, I found somewhere in a cupboard/fridge, I had a thousand thoughts running through my brain. I had to … Read more

I needed rest and my sofa was the place to get it. Within an instant of thinking that in the cave the world around me started crumbling – divine and evil visions flooded my brain at once and in that instant I had regained material to ponder on. I appeared where I wanted to be … Read more

Spiritual defence was on my mind this morning…something awoke me to feel a need to witness a triumph of epic proportions that I would soon not forget. I have pondered long philosophies of energy, thought about how to shield myself from harm in the softest of ways, yet through this need for safety I hath … Read more

I have always had the suspicion that my mind hides behind doorways in houses and rooms. Long I have held convictions that seem like machines in the form of ideas. It is as though the mind finds safe haven in a single thought it always returns to, fleeing, finding comfort or honing its home whether … Read more

One day an impulse struck me and I was compelled by love to contact the one who is in my mind my spouse. She goes through dark paths for me and I for her, yet we rarely meet. It has been an unwritten argument between us that we shall attempt to spend utmost time away … Read more

A doorway I often used was one that reminded me of a computer program in which there was a walkway I would take to the centre of a giant white room. At its core there was a portal which at entrance would propel me a few feet above in a desynced state. Here I would … Read more

In the following days I spent most of my time developing a term in my mind called “churning”. It required a lot of energy and silence so I often visited gardens and enjoyed the fruit there, indulging in delecacies such as strawberries, peaches, pineapples and guavas. These provided me with enough energy to birth a … Read more

It has long been nothing new to me that this world is in part a reflection of myself, this dark tower that holds me captive must be teaching me to rise to a new level. It seems that at its core its will to survive rests within keeping that darkness alive for as long as … Read more

A translucent door would lead me into a meditation chamber flooded with crystal light. Here I ponder on the word reflection; is it merely because we have so much memory to draw upon, along with knowledge from long ago that we have come across – that we seem to become confused about what it means … Read more