BeYondLine

lenabeyondline — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 22:10:57 +0000

//
we are here
and we’re real
mother earth
meets our needs
we’re immersed
in abundance
within our bodies
and their energy.

we are here

and we’re free

our rebirth

is indeed

we immerged

in a sundance

through a spell

and its frequency.

//STREETSTYLE BERLIN//lil’ winter miracles

Magda — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 18:55:13 +0000

“Hey dude, watcha lookin at? Wondering what we’re doing out here in Winter, eh? Listen, me and my bro may seem small and fragile and stuff. But that’s just what you see with your stupid blind eyes of a human. Coz the truth is not what people THINK it is. The truth is what you CHOOSE for yourself. It can be aaanythang. And our truth is, even in this damn ice age here we’re irresistable and freaking powerful, man. In fact, we’re superheroes who save the world. Fo’ shizzle man, we even save people’s lives by making ‘em smile on a bloody bad day. Not everybody can say that ’bout himself. Got it? So stop staring and get a grip. And hey: Don’t forget to keep your light on!”

… I didn’t get to ask the girl, were the hell she got those two cute accessories in the middle of winter. So they told me themselves.

//DAY ZERO//let’s spread another awareness

Magda — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 22:52:27 +0000

thought i knew any cell of my dna. good instincts, free thinking and with a whole lot of antennas. then, on day zero, we and i took another turn. little tickling on third eye. scratching, pushing, a constant sensation. hands burning, pressure on chest, ears, nose. a crawling and teasing between the shoulder blades. no, i’m not scared. i trust you. keep on going when i fall. and we fall. into nothingness. energy rushing through our limbs. pulsing, vibrating like an earthquake. sleepless nights. don’t make any sound ‘out there’, it hurts. with every cracking, an electric shock showers our skin. countless sensations conquering the physical world. ajna, sahasrara opened wide. no, i’m not scared. otherwise i’d go insane. or explode right away. instead: i trust you. keep on going when i’m awake. what else there is? all our lives searching. we knew, this was not it. it just wasn’t. more afraid of a life in a box than of vanishing. now we get to know ourselves from a totally different point of view. now something gave us the magic paint to paint reality like a peace of art. and manifest. a new awareness like somebody has turned on the light. a fusion of mind, soul, body. a deep inner peace, freedom, love. we lose ourselves in our own infinite room. where the bodies, the universe, mother earth are all one. we listen to our our own infinite sound. a higher frequenzy which seems powerful enough to create a milky way. excitement like being in love. not only trusting. knowing. and every day comes with another gift. we have begun a journey. and we’ll be never coming back.
//

thankful.

//IDENTITY IS AN ILLUSION II//we want to believe in

lenabeyondline — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 22:55:59 +0000

What does gender mean anyway?
Who says you’re male or female who have to behave like this and that and leave that and this?
People say, right. You say, aha.
Okay, okay, blahblah, keep believing whatever.
And stay in your golden cage of restriction.
But what if all this is an illusion?
What if the idea of our social roles is a fake to keep us within bounds?
What if we could take off our well woven structure of identification
like a grey coat which has never really suited anyway?
And to life comes the naked shining truth of the inner self.
What if we could wipe out the worldly thoughts
our narrow minds had whispered to us in our nightmares,
because mankind, as it’s known, can’t grasp our real possibilities – yet.
What if we could wake up and free ourselves from the gravity of ratio,
feel what this is about:
Cross borders,
live in peace,
do whatever we want to do, be whatever we want to be, no,
be what we really are.
BREATHE
SHINE
PLAY
FLY
?

We can.

//AWAKENING//awaiting any rocking worlds

lenabeyondline — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 00:38:42 +0000

Right now we find, it’s not the right time to drop posts regularly, obviously. It’s much more the time to think about how to change world and stuff. It’s much better to make music. To improvise, to rock, to experiment. And to discuss with our coach how to improve our (creative) world.

Plus, it’s much more amazing to work the whole body-mind-thing. To dance, to sweat with the upcoming crossfit torture. To eat natural healthy stuff, to appreciate what we have. To stand upside down sometimes, but that’s the deal, isn’t it? To live, feel, breathe. And listen to our guts to tell us how to change the inner and outer world.

In the end, it’s even more important for us to move. To see changes and become aware of ourselves within it. To get to know that differences are important. That what might seem like a lack of conformity (like higher sensibility or a curious critical mind) might be a gift, not a flaw. But the most important thing is to create reality like we need it. With friends, colleagues, believers, superheros, orks, ants, teddy bears and everybody who’s ready for a major reboot. And, hell yeah: to rescue the world, man.

Cheers,
the Superhero Delegation

//WISDOM OF THE MONTH//be real

Magda — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 22:21:18 +0000

die weisheit des monats, wie lena sie ausspricht:

du musst nur wissen, wie es ist,
glücklich zu sein
ohne äußere einflüsse.
alles andere ist frust.
zeitverlust.
die große rettung wird nicht kommen.
die rettung bist du.

(in jedem moment, in jedem moment, in jedem moment atmen.)

____________________

die weisheit des monats, wie magda sie aus”spricht”:

____________________

PS: es geht nach berlin, endlich wieder freiheit, freiheit. sein, wie wir sind, jeden moment atmen.

//IT’S AUTUMN//the colors of occupy frankfurt

Magda — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 23:14:17 +0000

Selten so eine Mischung aus Farben, Menschen, Alters- und Menschengruppen erlebt. Selten so viele Leute lachen gesehen trotz der traurigen Anlässe. Selten soviel Energie, Akzeptanz, Kreativität, Engagement, Friedlichkeit und – Achtung, das komische L-Wort – so einen Flow von Liebe gespürt. Lange nicht mehr so Zuhause gefühlt.

Wenn ich dann andernorts und in meinem eigentlichen Zuhause ‘Argumente’ höre wie “in der DDR hat’s auch nicht funktioniert”, gleicht das einem Schlag mit einer Bratpfanne auf die Birne. Dong! Ich fühle mich einzeln, obwohl ich unter vielen bin. Versuche zu verbergen, wie die Dinge in mir arbeiten. Und ich hab das Gefühl, ich muss ganz enges Klebeband von mir reißen. Anstrengend. Ich merke, ich entferne mich ein wenig, nicht böse, niemals, ich muss einfach Luft schnappen.

Danke an Occupy, die sich einfach nur den Hintern für uns abrackern.

Edit: So, dann werde ich jetzt doch mal konkret, damit man nicht denkt, ich wäre die Genossin schlechthin: Nein, ich finde nicht die DDR toll, meine Güte. Das liegt mit mehr als fern. Um DDR oder so’n Quatsch geht’s doch gar nicht, im Gegenteil. Es geht auch nicht um Schuld. Es geht um das Machbare. Um erste kleine Schritte. Darum, dass der Mensch anfängt, selbst zu denken, statt gedacht zu werden. Es geht darum, kritisch zu werden und sich zu fragen ‘was passiert hier eigentlich mit uns’? Es geht um Bewegung und darum, die Dinge in die Hand zu nehmen, statt bequem nur im eigenen Saft zu schwimmen. Es geht darum, ‘Argumente wie ‘bringt doch eh nix’, ‘ich verstehe das nicht’, ‘in der DDR hat’s auch nicht geklappt’, ‘ich hab genug Sorgen’, ‘es geht uns doch gut hier’ als Scheinargumente zu entlarven. Es geht um Freiheit und um Mitbestimmung, wofür wir eine ordentliche Bildung und Kommunikation brauchen. Es geht um Horizonte und zwar über den Maschendrahtzaun des eigenen Schrebergartens hinaus. Nämlich um das Zauberwort Solidarität (wenn’s nicht so wichtig wäre, käme es mir schon aus den Ohren) auch für diejenigen, die wir nicht unmittelbar vor der Nase haben. Da ist nämlich niemand, wenn wir die spießige Nase nicht rausstrecken. Klar. Es geht nicht nur um die Griechen, die armen Schweine, sondern um viel mehr. Um die Zukunft der Welt. Und weil die DDR-Referenz in dem Zusammenhang so absurd war, empfand ich sie als eine Keule.

Word.

//SHORT BREAK//review beyond the line

lenabeyondline — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 22:03:38 +0000

Now that we’re back from Spain, we lately been running our asses off. This is the reason why there’s nothing happening here really. Working on a website, creating an inspiration board (s.a.). Working on the finalisation of a thing we believe in – and sometimes we have doubts. Either way, this little break and review makes us see how cool our lifes and projects have been until now. The greatest, weirdest and most authentic, exciting coincidences have happend. It’s an honour and a privilege to meet all these stunning creative individuals who have helped us to gain an open minded view on life. Who inspire us and remind us that the very own way is the only way. No matter how hard or how much work this might be, we will always – always – chose this way again. Thank you guys. You’re great as you are.

Lovelovelove.

//ANDALUCIA//just an ordinary world

Magda — Tue, 27 Sep 2011 19:56:48 +0000

Recipe for a perfectly ordinary day:

Morning: everyday work (mostly boring)
Midday: learning Spanish at beach/in a Café downtown/by the pool (and thinking about the rights and wrongs – just a lil bit)
Afternoon: meal with good fresh stuff, proteins and a lot of respect for food
Early Evening: any kind of sports until there’s no way to move anymore, preferably at beach (children try to imitate me, obviously I’m a good example)
Evening: walking the dawgs, running around doing a lot of stupid junk. With loads of love of course. And speaking to Isabel, one of the best I’ve ever met.
Night: creativity until 4 am. I’m getting there, I’m getting there.

Some chuches from time to time: una excursion, un poquito de baile, tinto de verano y pescado fresco.

//WHERE I LAY MY HEAD//never stop roaming

Magda — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 22:22:05 +0000

Help! How can people be so nice? I almost feel ashamed by their ‘nicelyness’. They just told me: Now you have a family here. Boohoooh! I’m a little bit like the blueyed cat. Just leave the door open and I’m fine roaming. I’ll be coming back, you just never know when. This time I got a little lost. I found myself (totally messed up) in front of that door and I scratched until they let me in. They give me milk and stuff, treat me like a family member. And as soon as it’s time I’ll head off again.

I so so hope that the roaming doesn’t come to an end. Ever.

Gotta go and write my ass off.

PS: The seagull up there is thinking: “Hm, shall I buy that boat or not or what? Well no. I practically own that boat already.”