nothing to feel, nothing to heal: my misery is the happiness of someone else (Promotional Book)

These words that come off of me are simply sweet! I come in peace.

This short book is a promotional one for the upcoming, great, showstopping 'nothing to feel, nothing to heal: THE SPIRITUAL REVOLUTION' major book, which I'm very excited to just put out there and to tell you my story.

I wrote 'nothing to feel, nothing to heal' from May 2021 to July 2021 but, in fact, the whole story began back in April of 2021. This body of work talks about heartbreak, obviously, alternative healing therapy, connecting deeply with strangers who became friends in a short period of time. It talks about how change can be so powerful if we look within ourselves to just feel grounded and stable with being alone, by being on our own.

I spent the last three months living in the Netherlands, more precisely, three different cities over there and all of them had a different energy field to it and all impacted me in a very determined way. The way my behaviour changed depended beyond the people I met, I found myself with it. I was constantly in survival mode. Some people say travel is fun, but travel is a risk, travel is pushing the boundaries of one's soul. Don't quote me on that - that's my point of view.

Before releasing 'nothing to feel, nothing to heal', I would like to share some poems I wrote while coming back home - after the whole 'Netherlands Voyage'. Would you be up to reading these?

CHAPTERS LISTnumber blueGod's handsborn to live fastcookie poisondoctor's officetoo awful to just runstable, stable...invisible scarssaved you from agonyjust because I was conceivedlove ourselves / our farewellchild of the universe- God's hands -I grew up from the tides

Who pull the ocean to the moon,

I was born taking every ride

To tell people, I'll see them soon.

And possibly, probably, I will,

One day sitting on a wooden bench,

I'll look back and be happy for what I achieved,

For everything achieved by the end.

By the end of my life, duplicity goes,

Some will love me and some won't,

But I barely know anything now, not one,

Perhaps, far ahead, I'll do so, for once.

Not a believer of fate or of Christ,

But I did feel God's hands

When I was just torn between

What felt good and what was best.



- invisible scars - I see monsters in the clouds,

piano sounds sounding so loud,

sometimes, I can't get it out,

but sometimes I live in the now.

dark forests hollowing me behind,

all the steps I've taken in this life,

cowboys and horse tamers allied,

probably, coming for what's mine.

I had shields, around me, of iron,

somehow you broke it entirely,

with lies covered in red and blue,

I'm the origin of what you can do.

And you can paint art, drive cars,

beat me up with ball-peen hammers

while you leave me with invisible scars,

but after that, send me to the stars.

Bonus

broken solitude ( book: endeavours of grace)from the mountains (book: exposed.)betrayed Medusa (exclusive)Apologize To Her (book: Apologize To Her)Only available if you purchase the Paperback Edition