I, Iyar Yosef Semel, am a fortunate being.

Had I been in Israel today, I would have been in uniform, preparing to evacuate Jewish settlers from the most densely populated strip of land on this planet, Gaza. Instead, I spent the morning on the beach with my friends, recovering from a night of chillums, raspberry vodka and a stint on the wheels of steel. I was hurled onto the dj booth to rescue the dancing few from the carnage of generic dance music displayed by 95% of my colleagues on the decks. If God(-dess) really is a deejay, she must have abandoned us all. No wonder I have crossed over to the other side of the recording studio - engineering is not enough, I wish to play.

Electronic Music is not enough. I want to hear the infinite harmonics of any acoustic string.

I want it all to mean something, anything. Of-course that job is ours . We volunteered to descend from the heavens and participate in Prime Creator's experiment - The realm of the relative. And with the perks, comes the responsibility, that of gifting meaning that is, for with out it, we can not go on, we will not go on.

And so, although this peculiar physical body is demanding at times, although it drags me down with cravings and aversions, it is part of me. It enables (me) to observe, so that i can give witness to these happenings down here. Man, the angels must get a kick from our soapy lives. They must be fearful of sensations, for if they were not, they would head jump into incarnation. They must be jealous though, of our relativity. They must be sick of their unending cosmic love for it all, I know I was. That is why I made the leap. I wished to feel "bad", just so I can choose to feel "good", just so I won't take it for granted. And now that I am choosing, I realize, I am a fortunate being. Fortunate for all the goodies and more importantly, all those that are not. All those that endow me with the faculty to differentiate.

So thank you Goddess. Thanks for granting me this S&M wish. Thanks for finally letting me breathe. Fret not over my journey in this sea of Samsara, I must. I enjoy the swim. And when I have had enough I shall return to your caring embrace. Till then, Adios Amiga.


(un)fortunate being

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I wrote this a while ago, and as I wrtie THIS, I reflect on the growth I have invoked into my Self since. Yesterday we had a Passover gathering at my house. We assembled round a main fire in our lush rain forrest back yard and told each other tales of each other's roots. We shared some seriously authentic Hebrew Humous, had a drum circle which evolved into a full blown musical jam with a drum kit, piano, bass, guitar, trumpet and spoken word on the mic.

All in all, my past self would surely be impressed.

Re-Member note:

Being Alone is actually ALL-one, shy not from it, be its best friend.
Loneliness on the other, is often experienced with others beside you.