Spiritually Transformed | A Path to Find True Freedom: Being Your Authentic Self | Radical Honesty

I have been quiet, reflecting and feeling. Accepting and dealing; with life, with darts of lights, and shadows of doubts. I have been sitting, living like I am eternal. Wasting time. Eating hours. Swallowing introspection. Watching the world, killing each other while speaking, about God.  I have chosen losses to maintain integrity. I have cried warm tears for those who are not here. I prayed to serve those who have lost hope and swore sweet dreams into hopeless hears. I wrote this words into this portal. To tell you the truth, to show you my shadow, to fill you with hope, and permeate you with faith. It is not over. It will never be. I am here to stay and thrive, and you, with me.

Dani Tringale Image - "The Light of God" He walked back home, under a moon shining the light of God, as him, and all the other creatures who are driven by love, and faith, shining the light of God to the world; he looked at the moon, and they became One, he could hear his steps on the asphalt, he could hear the waves scratching the sand, pulling it down towards the depts of the mystery of creation, to the darkness; how many times he had to touch that darkness: all the faces of himself he used to reflect into others because of his cowardly, made of a shame he could not dare to challenge, and then when he did, and when he became whole again, when he knew who he was, when he stood, naked in front of himself and the world, he found a joy who is available only to those who dear to suffer, only to those who have nowhere else to go but back to themselves. The waves, full of light, a silver reflection of the silence within him, were caressing his soul now, roughly and gently, singing...

A rainy day, walking on the side of the costal road, palm trees, the body is straight, connected, muscles sustaining bones, the ones which will remain a little bit longer after all the matter is gone; will my spirit will want to stay here, in this Island, a little bit longer too? There is sand, on the asphalt, rough, levigated, and patches of brownish rain water, my slippering sqeeky flip flops accompanying the steps; now a little bit of breeze: it is going to rain again? Cooler air taking over the humidity, a couple of roosters shouting gratitude, and my Self, connected, a total presence within, expanding, encompassing the abysses of the sea and its surface, the top of the palm trees and their roots; and all the rest. I am whole, I am One, I can feel it, do all others beings feel the same? I hope so. Can they all hear the sweet tender voice of this little child sitting next to me, a soul, allowed to be authentic, a blessing, like Koh Phangan, this Island, where energy prevails over ma...

                                        Dani Tringale Image - "Light & Darkness" His life had not been wasted, in the dept of desperation he had to dig deeper, to find the gold, his true self: was it the essence of his soul? Was it an invisible, all permeating substance expressing uniquely though his own uniqueness? What was it, if not love? What was it, if not the creative assertion of a benevolent God? What was it, if not the freedom of the spirit, the expression of a joyous invincible child governed with self love and attention to move to his full potential, to find his unique way, himself, his beauty, the universal reason he was placed here, like all of us, to serve and express gratitude to God through realising his own unique creative essence; a joyous child, contained by wisdom and humbleness, and moving, into the realisation of his own perfection, exactly as he was when gi...

  Dani Tringale Image  - "At Dusk" That evening nothing made sense, the wars, the stabbings, Jeff Bezos money, the existence of God, his ex who never loved him and the reason he stayed, winning a game at tennis, or loosing it, the love or the disgust he felt for himself, or the reason for waking up tomorrow, or not, the debate between natural and positive law, the meaning of acceptance, or of honesty, and of the shame he felt for asking for help and for being himself, or of the function of the mind or of writing a blog for some others he never met and probably never will: were they sharing the same feelings tonight, were they happy in their prison of fear, were they too wondering what is all about, where is the connection and how it was lost, was it real, or a delusion, what is real and/or what is an illusion, and did they really care? That evening nothing made sense, not even turning on the light in his studio, the white light of his computer screen was enough to feel alive,...

Dani Tringale Image - "Natural" It was a day like many others, when I went from the kitchen to my living room and I entered into time and space and I became eternal. I don't know how it happened, or why. It just did. It was just a normal spring day, the sun was starting to hit my skin and the big window of my living room, facing the yellowish buildings of a central area of Rome was open towards infinity.  It felt scary, to enter into time and space and to became eternal. For a second or so I just stayed there, astonished. Me, into time and space expanding like oil on a surface, like the horizon when you are at the top of a mountain. Me, a newborn, seeing the light for the first time. A single cell, absorbed into the One. In that moment I had confirmation of the various levels of reality, and of the reality as most of us perceive it, objects, constructions, matter: an illusion of our restricted minds, a delusion; the restricted view of fearful beings, entangled in smallnes...

Are Woodstock & Snoopy Codependent? OR are They Working on a Common Project? And if, which is the Project? Here is a list of possibilities (not final or exhaustive): 1. Piss Off Charlie Brown and make him eternally jealous and more perfectionist than ever, by their love for one another and having Charlie facing his perceived failure of being loved by the ‘5 Cents problem solver’ control freak, even if playing for her for years on end, the best Moonlight Sonata on his piano ever played by a kid under 10 (and not Asian, specifically Chinese of Japanese). 2. Write the best novel of the “Siecle” ever written by a non-human entity but not a AI non-entity? 3. None of the above but they are simply scrolling on Instagram & wasting their precious time in developing a dopamine addiction worse than every other addiction experienced by the human race on a global scale (numbers wise)? 4. The PC is off and Woodstock & Snoopy are connecting emotionally and being in the moment? 5. Woodstoc...

 It was when he was a child, this little boy, called JJ, that he was placed in a cage of shame. The cage was built slowly, a small bar was placed first at his feet so that when he tried to move forward, towards a better place where he could still make mistakes without being judged, or mistreated, he tripped over it, just because he dared, to be human.  The cage was built slowly, like a plastic object built on a D3 printer. The first layer was built when, for the first time his mother didn't praise him when he got an A at school. He interpreted that omission as being told he was not good enough and he felt a shame he could never forget. From that moment he interpreted every gesture and every omission as directly saying to him: 'You are unworthy'. The emotional neglect, the physical abuse and the abandonment did the rest.  So to cover up the shame, the shame of being himself, the shame he did not want to feel because it burned his soul and hurt, like boiling oil poured on t...

We have travelled outside our comfort zone all our life. We were that kind of person who could not go shopping to the same place twice if the shopkeeper was or seemed aggressive. We were that kind of person feeling suicidal if someone would rise their voice. We were that kind of person who was scared of people getting too close to us, or making an abrupt movement.  This is who we were, and still can be, sometimes, when the trauma rises and the darkness arises. Our life, our life has been a painful journey towards self liberation. We, who had to become overachievers to show our value. We, who motivated ourselves with a weep and not with compassion or love. We, the ones who are going towards liberation from the inner critic, the toxic shame and nonexistent self-love. We, the ones going from surviving to thriving through grief and pain and more pain.  Our feet are heavy when we move forward but we take one step at a time. We move with faith, it gives us hope. We move with strengt...

Once upon a time Little Red Riding Hood met the Wolf. The Wolf was masked as a Sheep and Little Red Riding Hood, who never met a Sheep before (or a Wolf) could not recognise the difference between a Sheep and a Wolf. The Sheep was very sweet with her and Little Red Riding Hood found the sheep adorable and she fell in love with him immediately as Little Red Riding Hoods generally do being very naive and needy of love and attention. Little Red Riding Hood was very loving and caring, and loved the Sheep fragility and the unconditional love the Sheep showed her at the beginning; later in the years, Little Red Riding Hood fall in love and learned to accept all the character defects of the Sheep, including his older age, his unawareness and the inability to to self reflect and his disproportionate reactions when he was pointed out some drawbacks. During that period little Red Riding Hood thought and wanted to believe that the Sheep was sweet and that the Sheep wanted the best for her as much...

 Be the owner of your Time. They say time flies. It does if we let it fly, like a kite or a bird. Time, just takes life and off it goes. So, how to keep it under your control? 1. Remember time is gold, is more valuable than anything else. Ask yourself what would you do if today was the last day of your life? How would you spend your time? What would you do? 2. To slow down time and became the owner of your time practice meditation: How? Listen to your breathing. Focus on it and you'll see time will slow down and you'll be the master of it. You'll be sitting in time and you'll be the owner of your time. You'll be connected. You'll feel very calm and relaxed, you'll feel like you are present and strong. Yes the mind will stop focusing on it, yes the thinking will want to take control and predominance again, yes you'll have to focus on the breathing again and again, and again and again. 3. It is your Time. It is yours, like your body, like your property. In...

My morning pages. My life pages. My journal pages. My wonderful life pages. My grief pages. My losses pages. My spiritual growth pages. My Sweet Topouschetto and All The Others I have loved pages. My no one else yet pages. My who cares anyway pages. My adolescent pages. My Dani the Sweet Peco pages. My Dani Cucciolo pages. My Dani Nella pages. My Love pages. My hate pages. My God pages. My I am strong as a rock and vulnerable as a snow flake pages. My I am free as I have never been before because I love myself realisation pages. My I validate myself pages. My I allow myself to feel and act accordingly pages. My rigorous honestly pages. The miracles pages. My life pages. I still love because love never ends pages. My wishes pages. My stay in the now pages. My past pages. My father's unconditional love for me pages. My mother's desperation pages. My brother's smile pages. My grandfather who saved my life that day pages. My inconsolable inner child tears pages. My inner beauty...

I love David Bowie phrase: ‘We can be heroes just for one day’ because like all poetry,  is universal and can be interpreted in so many ways and it fits us all. When I was becoming authentic I was telling myself: ‘I can be an hero just for one day’ and I was meaning that I could find the courage to be honest just for one day. Being honest and acting with integrity not only means to speak your truth and set boundaries and act in accordance with your values and beliefs but it also means to act by respecting yourself and avoiding arming  situations (people, places and things and thoughts). This is why being an hero is painful, we have to face losses, feelings of rejection, fear of loneliness and abandonment, we have to face our limitations and accept, accept and accept and ask God to take care of us.  When we face and feel the pain the results are immense. We walk straight, we can look ourselves in the eyes when we are in front of a mirror, we can look others in the eyes. Le...

 Maria couldn't say no. She was stuck in the trauma cycle of her upbringing, of the critical voices she heard and of the shame and guilt she felt when she tried to change. Maria was a product of the ignorance of what it takes to raise a free and an happy child. Someone who is validated and loved. In her childhood Maria received what her parents received and what their parents received too and so on until the beginning of times: invalidation, and nullification; she was just a recipient where her parents discarded all their guilt and shame they could not feel.  Maria could not say no. She was a lost soul. Long time ago when she was a child she had to choose to abandon and negate herself to receive the attachment needed to survive, to receive a little bit of love, just enough to be able to survive. My sweet sweet friend Maria.  Maria was a victim of unawareness and desperation. In the long term she forgot who she was and became a persona, a facade where from she could face a...

We all feel shame, even those who try to avoid feeling it at all costs. We all feel guilt as well. We also all feel fake guilt. In this article we will analyse all of them and their connection. Guilt it helps us understand when we have acted against our values, against what we believe is correct, when we have acted with a behaviour that is not always adhering with the idea of justice, against what we perceive right. Guilt is the voice of our conscience. We may feel guilty when we act against our belief system, what we have been told is 'right' from our family or our culture. We may feel guilty when we have hurt someone. Then there is fake guilt. Fake guilt is when we feel guilty for not taking care (or trying to resolve) other people feelings, when we try to make other feel good, or try not to disappoint them. Here we abandon ourselves to make others feel good. A typical example of it is people pleasing. We say yes to something we do not want to do to make others feel good (and...

 A long time ago there was a little girl, her parents called her Giolidama because they loved her so much.  Her father was a sailor, he loved the sea, the wind, the turbulent skies and solitude. He always said that only in solitude greatest accomplishment can happen (and I think he did not take it from Picasso who somehow seemed to have said: "without great solitude, not serious work is possible", but it was his own thought) ; her mother was a idealist, she loved perfection and had a inner belief (obviously not based on facts, because we all know perfection is just an idealisation sometimes based on fear and shame) that she could attain it and, if she could, everyone else could to; she was beautiful because the man loved beauty and in her he always saw the hand of God crafting with love. The mother loved the man, his vehemence, his directness and the immense tenderness he showed her because the love he felt for her was infinite, and unconditional, as only real love can be. G...

Dani Tringale Image - "Destination" There was a time when I thought I had found the love of my life. It was a wonderful time. It was the most beautiful time of my life. The love time. The joy time. The happy time. The miracles time. The cuddles time. It was the TIME.  There was a time when I had found the love of my life. The Love is still there, all the rest is gone. So, now, there is this lonely Love, sitting alone and hoping to be able to give, to caress, to give tenderness and attention and love. What else a little lonely Love, as big as the universe, can do?   It is a big love this lonely little love, it is as big as the universe but its breathing is shallow because it tries not to feel the loss of the "love giving crap" that it is so much longing for. It is also longing for a person, a face, their skin and their happiness, it is longing to make them happy and more happy and more happy. It is a stupid sad little Love that has strange ideas and believes in mirac...

We were two, but I was the only one hoping for a miracle or praying for one.  Me and you, together, we could not leave our love suspended any longer, it was like a ghost, our love, sitting in our home where I now stay alone, clinging to it like I do, like it is my only left security, like I am glued to it with a big quantity of newly fresh 'No Nails', to the walls, and the doors and the hallways, and the grey view from my back window. Here where I see you and me and us and our gestures, here where I've heard the silence of our unspoken words; here in the place where I have learned what to love means, the place where, over and over again, I hoped for a miracle; where sometimes I felt so close to it, like it was real, the miracle, but it was a hall of mirrors, and at the end of the tunnel the lights were gone. Here the place from where I am not wanting to go away from until the date when the keys will be handed to the Estate Agent, until the day my house new owners will take ...

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Today is the day, the day I am here, alive; today is the best day of my life. Today is the best day of my life because I am at the peak, at the peak of awareness, at the peak of loving and being loved, at the peak of my time, in this minute, in this moment I am having the best time of my life: I have not future and the past is just a construction to which I look with benevolent eyes as we all do; oh God thanks for your  immense kindness to have made us this way. My friends, my fellows, those who judge me and those who ignore me, you are all there, watching your life passing, watching, a world that perish, watching, you time becoming smaller and experiencing feelings and emotions, hopes, desires, and wishes and the touch of a loved one or the smile of a kid, and the wind in your ears and the rain on your head and a new day, and new night and a moon which from the distance seems somehow like velvet: is it telling you the stories you want to hear tonight?  You my friends, my fell...

Some of us take the Bible literally. They believe that Paradise is a location we will go / enter when we die. This was the main interpretation given to the sentence in Luke 23:43 when Jesus said to a thief crucified next to him: "I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in Paradise". I am not saying that Paradise, as interpreted by various religion traditions and dogmas, is wrong. Who am I to make such a big / definitive statement? What I am saying and sharing with you is my interpretation of what Paradise is and what it means based on my personal experience.  If I tell you: "I have experienced Paradise several times in my life" you will surely ask: "What do you mean with Paradise?" and, when I give you my answer you will ask: "Are you being honest?", "When did it happen?", "Was it when you transitioned from life to death?"' "How does it feel?" and, obviously: "How did you get there?" and, lastly...

 It is time to get to sleep but I am awake. I am awake and I am feeling about a loss; a long lasting loss. I tried to avoid feeling it for a thousand years; with all my heart, with all my self-will, with all I had, and more. Tonight, I am feeling about a long lasting loss. This is the time to go to sleep, you know, but I am awake and I am letting go of a loss. It is painful to let go, it feels like a burn that keeps on burning until a sac of water is created to cool it down. Once it stops burning, you'll feel the emptiness for the loss not being present, you'll feel the emptiness created from the lack of the loss; you'll feel the emptiness instead of the loss and this will be as painful as feeling the loss.  This will be as painful as knowing that what you always had was the loss and not the presence; it was not real, the presence, because when you thought the presence was present, it was just an illusion of your mind; a denial of the truth. a desire of not wanting to feel ...

A person last night commented saying that his home is where he can find total freedom. Is this true? Or some of us just delude themselves into believing that their home is the place where they are living they absolute freedom because there are no restrictions beyond the mental ones, such as worries, or fierce self-criticism for example, or forever ruminating on the past or all-consuming anxiety about the future.  I believe freedom is much more than that; a very good point is that we can be free everywhere when our mind is free; when we have reached the faith (or trust) that everything that happens to us in life has a meaning that is simply condensed in our spiritual development; and we live this life as an invaluable gift, and we draw from it, free and grateful, our very essence which is expressed with equal freedom in the vulnerability or our fragile human condition, even there when, in emotional suffering, we obsessively seek and dig deep to still feel immense gratitude for the i...

  Dani Tringale Image: "Silence Within" A long time ago I went to Mexico, to visit a cousin who decided to open an Italian restaurant over there. He was in Puerto Escondido which looked like a getto on a beach where hippies and desperadoes met, searching for a solution that was only within, as it always is.  It was one of his many failure: the wrong side of things to which he focuses its attention gets always in his way; there are men made that way, they are constitutionally being unable to be honest with themselves. I tried to make him see his reality, but he did not like to hear the truth and he asked me to leave.   So I left, and I went to Acapulco. A long time ago, when in Acapulco, I did not speak with anyone for 11 days. When I was in silence, after 3 or 4 days, the voice in my head stopped too and then, after experiencing silence for the first time, I became aware silence was not so silent because you can hear it; it has a particular sound, the sound of silenc...

Qui Pro Quo. We believe that being loving to someone means compromising. We believe that to show love we have to give away ourselves. If you want to stop loving someone start compromising and soon your love will disappear, dissolve, vanish into a massive resentment.  True love is not an action against your own desires and needs. True love is being true to yourself. True love is a feeling. True love exists or doesn't. It cannot be created. It cannot be taken from you. It cannot be demanded.   Be strong. You are not egoistic. Be strong. You have your life. It is yours. It belongs to you. God has given it to you. It is His gift to you. You do not have to give it to anyone else. It is yours. Use it as you please.  Those who love you will love your honestly, your integrity and from those qualities they will know you love them because you never lie to them, you never compromise to keep the peace, to save someone or rescue them. You were born free. Freedom is all you have. ...

I have heard about two persons (one of them I did not know personally, he was the brother of a good friend) that committed suicide in the last couple of months.  James and Brian. They both hung themselves. One in a closet, the other on tree in his garden. I think they had at least one thing in common: they had lost hope. Hope that their emotional pain would stop. Hope in the beauty of life. Hope that someone would understand their pain. Hope for a change. Hope for serenity.  I have been there too, long ago. When you are in dilemma, when the pain to stay or the pain to go are both unbearable and you think the only way out is to die, you are wrong, there is a solution.  That place is a terrible place to be because when you feel that way, you have a compulsion to act. It is stronger than you. If you act it is just a moment and then you'll change your mind. A moment you will regret if you go ahead with it and you'll survive. Sometimes the physical consequences will be with yo...

 We all wonder what is the purpose of our life; some of us cannot find an answer, people who can only see life as a series of events disconnected from one another, where there is no meaning and there is no way to find the crux of the matter; they stop searching, nothing wrong with it, it is just another way of being. Some others do not bother to know what the purpose of their life is, and if that is it. Again, nothing wrong with it, it is just another way of being. There are others who look for answers. Maybe those who have suffered a lot or are just more sensible, or curious or both. They must have a reason and they need to find a reason. Maybe it is just in their nature to want to know (a little bit like Adam and Eve - some characters of the Bible - that were looking to get to know the secrets of creation). Of those people some find an answer and they settle with it, others find more than one. I am one of those who has been looking for for an answer (quite a lot) and I have found...

 We are lead to believe that we cannot accept what we do not like. It is true that we do not need to like what we cannot accept. We just accept it, as part of life, as part of our reality, as part of how things are developing in front of us. We ask ourselves why this keep happening to me. Why am I still attracting the same situation over and over again. Where am I blocked. What is that I am trying to avoid?  We objectively look at reality and we decide if we like or not but we do not became bitter for not to accept it. We do not constantly try to change what is impossible to change. The only thing we can change is ourselves. Our actions. Our believes. We became honest and follow our path, regardless of what others think. We are true to ourselves. We are free.  Trying to change the world a people, places and things is just a big waste of our energy. And energy is all we've got. It is limited. It is sacred. We have to decide how to spend our energy. We spend our energy in t...

 We all act, or refrain to act.  Either way we made a decision to move towards something we believe can benefit us, or move away from something we believe will harm us or not benefit us.  Some of us act with self-destructing, self-defeating behaviours. Those of us, sadly, sometimes are aware of their behaviour but unable to change. It is something driving us from inside, like an unstoppable destructive force.  We look at it deploying in front of us, unable to change, like spectators and actors of a tragic movie, we are repeating it over and over again. This causes great pain and in the long term causes a sense of hopelessness that will stop us even from trying to achieve something we desire in the attempt to fulfil our potential. Sometimes it can also cause self-hate, or at least, self-dislike. A sense of not being good enough that is at the origin itself of the self-defeating behaviour. We start believing we are unable to change the course of our life, that we are d...