I began writing my novel many years ago when I started to have visions about the future of humanity, and I finished the book by 2023. It is a novel about time and humans of the future, who visits our past for bodhicitta reasons, experienced by us as angelic entities.
I recall the day I started writing and the day I finished the text. It felt like a 19-years-long day. I was crafting my topological ‘ornaments with gaps’. This way the biblical tittle ‘Lions Chew the Grass‘ can be read as dzogchen ‘Lovers Chod the Grace‘. I drew inspiration from Lacanian psychoanalysis, I quoted authors from Sei Shonagon to Otto Kernberg, and music, Gavin Bryars, or Kitka women vocal choir. Even when references remain invisible, I concealed them within the composition or phonetics. It is a novel of Kalachakra.
Text allows us to deconstruct, process, and create our experience. In my case, together with years of therapy, text replaced a fake-ego with something that constitutes me as a creature of time. We are trapped in mental prisons. Unravelling that, we allow us to percept a reality, free from our transferences and illusions of wishes, with our bodies or as a results of our actions.
I began writing my novel many years ago when I started to have visions about the future of humanity, and I finished the book by 2023. It is a novel about time and humans of the future, who visits our past for bodhicitta reasons, experienced by us as angelic entities.
I recall the day I started writing and the day I finished the text. It felt like a 19-years-long day. I was crafting my topological ‘ornaments with gaps’. This way the biblical tittle ‘Lions Chew the Grass‘ can be read as dzogchen ‘Lovers Chod the Grace‘. I drew inspiration from Lacanian psychoanalysis, I quoted authors from Sei Shonagon to Otto Kernberg, and music, Gavin Bryars, or Kitka women vocal choir. Even when references remain invisible, I concealed them within the composition or phonetics. It is a novel of Kalachakra.
Text allows us to deconstruct, process, and create our experience. In my case, together with years of therapy, text replaced a fake-ego with something that constitutes me as a creature of time. We are trapped in mental prisons. Unravelling that, we allow us to percept a reality, free from our transferences and illusions of wishes, with our bodies or as a results of our actions.
