Following The Light

Yesterday I was retelling this story 2 times. One time I was telling it in Croatian to two new friends, homeless people with great values, who are just in a lousy situation at the moment & aren't able to get a grip with the cruel system we created around us, which suffocates our freedoms, destroys lives, enslaves us... One of these friends is a very good musician & the other girl is a creative one too, producing woolen objects by hands. Same day I was repeating the story to another friend, Spanish, who lives in Croatia for several years & works like a ballerina. All tree of my listeners are creative souls, the true original people who are slowly falling into the system traps or have fallen down many times already & again trying to pull themselves out, same like me. That is the reason why I was mentioning this story to them in the very beginning & also through them I'm reminding myself who I am, who is the true me, how beautiful is to be creative & share it with others, how important is to believe in yourself & how the effort comes true through other people recognition & rewards you get from them in multiple forms. Yesterday late at night I decided to write this story here & share the vibes with all of you, my fellow Hiveans, & maybe transfer the motivation to let go & live on your dreams, if you ain't doing it already or if you are, just to move you to continue!

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The story is approximately from the same period when I shot this image so I used it to just demonstrate to you how "crazy" were our projects at the time but still we managed to deliver amazing music to the audience & touch them deeply.

So, few years ago my great friend & one of my greatest teachers released from the mental hospital where he was kept against his will & diagnosed with a mild form of schizophrenia accompanied with paranoia. He was never dangerous for other people nor environment but still they imprisoned him for few months. There they were just giving him pills to keep him down & calm & very little professional help like therapy or anything else that could really help him. When I saw him after this mental hospital torture, he looked ten times worse than before he was captured. As he was also a creative soul & a great successful artist who thought me a lot of things in life, I was there to help him integrate back in the community.

He proposed that we try to make a show with acting, dance & music & I had a space for rehearsals & offered it to practice. We also invited a young girl who wanted to participate. One day we were practicing it & we were already pretty warmed up & finishing with the rehearsal when I proposed to him that we could continue playing music in the street of my hometown to make some money. He accepted. We came down to the spot where I usually was performing for years. It was late May & not many tourists were there yet. Usually I choose to sit on a wooden bench to play & I always find at least one empty but this time there was no empty one. The only empty was the brand new modern solar panel bench where you can charge your phone. So called - smart bench. Kind of we can name it a "light bench" or a "light solar bench"... Later in the story you will realize why I'm emphasizing the potential name for the bench.

He was playing mandola & singing & I was following on tapan & sometimes joining the singing. We were playing only our original melodies & rhythms improvising a lot but still have some basic grooves. The music that we produced was really of good quality & almost all the passers by were reacting very positively & they already were dropping down some coins & paper money into our hat. Few people even stayed just in front of us leaned by the fence & listening for approximately half an hour.

Suddenly, under my left eye, in the distance, I noticed somebody approaching us, coming straight at us. I turned my head left & I saw a darken skin man, very skinny, short grey hair holding two full bags with cakes from the nearby hotel-pastry shop which definitely wasn't cheap. When he finally reached us, his first words were: "You are the light!"

I felt strange & didn't know what to think so I just said: "Thank you!"
He continued: "I am the light too!"
I answered nothing. After only few seconds, the asked the permission to sit with us & we of course approved. He sat down, light a cigarette, took few smokes & fumbled something incomprehensible. We continued playing & he seemed like he was enjoying. After all, I could comprehend some of his talkings. He was saying something like: "...I've seen many bad things in life but what you two do, it's beautiful... Bravo! Just keep it on going!"

When he finished the cigarette, he stood up, took his cake bags, said big thanks & few more praises, turned around & started walking away from us. I remember my thoughts: "Whatta guy?! He stayed around for 10 min, listening & enjoying & he didn't dropped any money...?! He had full bags of cakes from the most expansive pastry shop in my hometown & didn't even left a cake for us to share?! Ah well, it's the street music - we are gifting away out music only for donations."

Like he heard my thoughts, after few steps he made, he turned & came back to us saying: "Oh, I've forgotten something!", opening his wallet, pulling out a 200 € note & dropping it down into our hat. I was in shock & telling him instantly: "No man, this is too much! We can't accept it! Common, please..." But he insisted & for my even greater surprise, he pulled out another 200 € note & dropped it again in our hat. I was still underestimating our work & music we produced still telling the guy: "Nooo, we can't accept so much money. Common, take it back..." But the guy was very persistent & firmly insisting of giving us all this money & saying: "No, you are doing a great thing & you fully deserved it! I wish you all the best & continue doing what you do! You're doing great! Goodbye & see you again somewhere!" While we finally accepted it & saying our sincere, humble thanks, he was already moving away from us. We continued to play a bit longer. Maybe 20 min more & than we stopped to count the money & split it in two.

We got 400 € from only one of our listeners who we touched deeply with the music. All together that night we made around 430 €. What a reward it was for us artists, creators & musicians, ha?! It felt great when somebody rewards your effort with such a donation. Cause, us artist, we also need to pay the bills & buy some food to eat.

We were connected with the higher spiritual sources above & beneath & we were also connected horizontally in between ourselves & we were emitting light in all directions, our auras connected in the vibe & it was sending signals all around us & that kind of radiation can attract a wide range of other people with same wide range of reactions.

But also light is associated with Lucifer, the light bringer, but I do not believe in that story. I think it is a trick story just to twist the truth upside down & shake beliefs & turn them into doubts.

In Croatia we say: "Tko pjeva, zlo ne misli!" which means: "Who sings, thinks of no evil!"

I will not make any conclusion of the story cause I prefer that you, as a reader, create your own conclusion & I hope a lot that my story will inspire you & that you will continue to follow your dreams & make the best out of yourself! Good luck!

Than also yesterday finally, after months of trials to meet on Discord with @ganjafarmer for a lesson how to improve my Hive experience, we finally did it. These last few days were not financially easy for me & still are not but I got again supported by great people bringing me new hope for better today & tomorrow with just continuing of following my dreams & constantly changing & adjusting myself to the new challenges & learning new things every single day till I die. Thanks bro for your support!