It took me a while to write, because the speed takes over me when I hear something terrible, or worse because I heard about an earthquake.

When I heard it, I immediately called my friend Moon, who has been my friend since 2001. Morocco is within me because I have friends, and my teacher who made me understand about decolonizing the mind. More profoundly, it is my first epileptic attack, which I had in 2006 in Marrakech.

The word still said that the earthquake was in Marrachech. So I went to read what it was un earthquake

I kept quiet, because we must calm the mind, I still wanted to understand, how my mind became nervous, anxious. I decided to stop and understand what it meant « is the result of a sudden release of energy in the crust of planet Earth, generally due to the clash between tectonic plates, which creates seismic waves. «

It made me feel, which is strong because an epileptic attack is like my first epileptic attack at Moon’s house, and it was the first time that I didn’t have control over my brain, and energy and I started to know that it was the path of our ignorance.

But, in this fall, I began to learn that we should not focus on the negative, because learning the essence of our existence is neither in our land nor in our body. But we will learn this slowly.

When my friend Leila Alaoi, who in addition to having lived with me in the USA, we went to college together, and when I lived in London, visited me. When I had my first coma in 2013 in Thailand, it lasted 30 days and I almost died. When I was in São Paulo, my mother said that she called me every day to talk. Leila came to my wedding in 2015. In 2016, when she was killed and she was photographing Ono, I went to the hospital after losing my friend.

The teacher of my class in the USA was “Decolonize the mind” which became the name of my Blog, transplanting thoughts, Decolonize the mind. Moon, Leila and Mustapha are from Morocco.

It was after my fall that I learned from my brain injuries that I went to India 2007. It was at a time of despair. And I even took a class from the Dalai Lama and I continue to respect it because all Tibetans made me learn that in a battle it’s with ourselves.

And it was in India that I started learning to meditate. And I confess, sometimes I forget, I get lazy, until I avoid it, but my body makes it come back, when I start thinking about philosophies. Sometimes it makes my mind tired. But when emptiness comes, peace comes.

But that’s when I get angry, and wanting to control my injury, we have to learn compassion from our mind. I learned from Lama to observe the mind.

Then I also realize that neither medicine nor the hospital can solve my hallucinations. I’ve already said this, even in the hospital, and observation is difficult. Now, otherwise I’ll balance it out. Sometimes the brain gets tired and we should sleep at least 8 hours. And if you’re still tired, sleep more. But when you can, meditate.

My dear ones, don’t think that anything is negative. Any fall, we have to observe that all our falls are our possibility of knowing how to observe.

I am a person who makes a thousand mistakes, anger, etc. But. If I follow this path, our situation will be worse. It took days, years, but I began to understand.

So, poetically, an epileptic seizure is the result of a sudden release of energy in the crust of planet Earth, usually between tectonic plates, which creates seismic waves. And a possibility to observe the speed of our mind. In an epileptic attack, in addition to feeling, comes the speed of my reaction that makes me lose more.

As I poured hot water into my cup of tea, I remembered putting it in a deep dish of ice water, where I left ice and water, and trying to watch my mind, focus on the ice and think about cold water. I went from being burned to calming my mind. And I already feel much better.

We owe even more to respecting our land, our nature and sometimes we want to dominate, and not respect nature. And as my teacher Mustapha says, we need to decolonize the mind. I hope that my friends from Morocco, in that moment of loss, of fear, we have the possibility of knowing the beautiful things of loss.

Loads Love, 

Jules