Source Energy



If we are source energy having a physical experience, which means that we are both physical and non-physical. Does this mean that we are bigger than source energy/Universe/God whatever you called it?

Does this mean that source energy felt bored or curious at some level in order to decide to have this experience?

Does this make us more joyful – in all our sad and happy moments – than Source Energy?

If Source Energy resides within, does it make it a part of us; the whole?

And many more questions….







In The Receptive Mode


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Trust that what you truly want is coming your way. When you look at something and you say yes to it, you activate it within you, you are asking for it to come your way, events begin to come around you, you go your way differently this time.

We are all vibration, we can make anything happen with the power of  our vibrational energy. Nothing is happening to us, everything is happening for us, and through us.

I am fully worthy for all good things in life. And I am learning to more deliberately manifest what I desire.

What ever I offer vibrationally will manifest, I am the controller of my life experiences, and I do care about how I feel the most, I am source energy, which sets things into motion. I have been, I am and I will always be.



And those of us, who spend half of their lives seeking an answer. Who got the guts to mercilessly go after it and commit to find it. And the minute they lay their hands on it; they spend the other half of their lives looking for supportive answers, or even opposite ones, just in case they got the wrong one. They become over-ready they rotten in their own over-ripeness, and the seed of salvation dries once and for all. We asked the wrong question. 

Futile Bargain 

The distance between us is paved with pretending.

We step towards each other slowly, on the expense of losing parts of ourselves with every step.

Only to discover while arriving that we entirely turned into shadows in the full-of-denial-quest.

And that we couldn’t give what we no longer have.

Compromising is dangerous.

It’s Raining Parts of Me

And I mourned, let not the rotten watch my fall, for they’ll hang oranments on doors.

And I mourned, 

the eclipse of buried dreams..

the places I’ll never go..

the lips I’ll never kiss..

And I wept,

what never was..

the yearning for the never-ridden star, and never-started fire..

the longing for the unwritten poetry, and the unwhittled hunger..

Oh soul behold! 

Let the sorrow in, but not despair..

for water no more absorbs salt..

and seeds ache for ripeness elsewhere.


We call them the least fortunates, while they happen to be the most blessed.

Street performers, roaming around or sticking to their favorite spots; they offer their divine perfection for gratuities. Jumping the rope between madness and wisdom; they tickle our hypnotized souls with the old calling of joy and laughter.

Try to “save” them and you destroy them. Give them a job, a tie and a suit, a bank account and a promised future and you suffocate the divine perfection for good.

By losing it all they gained the depth.

An enlightened person once said that he wishes that all people get what they’ve ever wanted; money, fame, and power, just so they know that it was never the answer.

We ironically live under the same sun with humble and yet decent spirits, tapping into universal energy away from being self conscious or dusting duties. They are the most beautiful people.

Joy of Suffering 

It’s weird, and yet fulfilling, how suffering when ends; turns to be an overwhelming joy. The very memory of it becomes a pleasure, an enchanting grace finding its way to the bosom of your being. Captivated by the light; I pray I’ll always encounter this bliss-in-disguise.


I am made and re-made perpetually of the same substance, yet I am changeful..Calling forth the boundless richness within; I patiently watch myself alter to endless possibilities, I grow, I am.

Majd Radwan


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