Recommendation – How to read the words in the New Dictionary:

A word is a vessel through which essence, energy passes. The word is never the thing itself.

What is the real “thing”? It is good to answer this question in silence.

Therefore the invitation to this dictionary is “tricky”; it seems like it tries to replace one “definition” with another “definition” but it does not. This dictionary is an opportunity to look at a word from a different perspective than we are used to. And ask what is the essence of this word, coming from the mystery? From nature? From the inconceivable knowing that everything is one, everything is motion and I am a part of it? 
From here you will find that the new “definition” sometimes sounds poetic or even irritating to the mind, because it cannot understand it. It’s OK. Let the words be a tool and listen to the energy that passes through them. That’s exactly what we came here to do.

Coming out of the knowing that everything is connected and everything is in motion:


If I allow myself to be shaken to the core, if I truly wish to see, then the madness will indeed shake me up and rattle my world. But then, through and because of this, I will be able to see my true essence. And simultaneously, my beliefs and those “truths” that have accompanied me throughout my life will fade away and disappear. I will no longer be able to cling to them. I will quietly know myself in any given situation.


Then I will remember the love. I will remember that I am love. I will remember that the world is love.


Under this new definition, madness is similar to a hurricane. It moves every grain of sand and reveals a new order. I feel fear, not because the situation is dangerous, but because I have become used to thinking that stability gives me security and that any disintegration of this stability will lead to a cycle of pain à fear à loss. The truth is, this storm has come to remind me that I am not my thoughts, that I don’t actually have anything to lose. When the moments of madness arrive, and I agree to them, I observe myself quietly. I see what there is to learn, I understand that everything is as it is and that nothing that is me is damaging or being lost. The same goes for the other person, whether close or far. I want to allow myself to participate in the confusion of the madness, because both it and I are part of the one, part of everything, without separation. When I live open to the storms that pass through me, I am able to see and feel the world in all of its shades, a life of beauty and breath alongside jolts, bumps and jostling.  


The reality created: There is stability even within the storm. When I don’t fight, when I don’t insist on grasping tightly to the madness, there becomes nothing left to grasp. It disappears. There is nothing nourishing it, there is nothing to continue it, and it therefore passes. 


 “I am crazy stable”.

We got used to thinking that

Madness is when I lose my grasp of reality. I no longer have the ability to discern or distinguish. Any option available before me is sure to be damaging.


Madness leaves me helpless against the world. I am robbed of my belief that the world is a good place to be. I become incapable and illogical. I lack control and there is nothing left for me to do, no path left for me to take.


The mind warns of danger. It is responsible for my well-being and it must protect me from the dangers of reality. It instructs me as though in a state of emergency. It insists that I remain centered. It warns me that I am losing my mind. It does everything in its power to prevent any further madness.


I am forced to constantly consider my next step. I must be on a high-alert, constantly checking what is “worthwhile” for me, predicting the future so that I can avoid “paying” too high a price.  I am asked to use “consideration” and to choose the solution that will result in the least amount of damage.


The reality created: When I believe that I am in a state of madness, I am constantly entering a dead-end. Every direction leads me to another dead-end, nothing I do works and every path I choose is bad for me. I feel confusion, overwhelm, anxiety and stress, and my overall experience is that any moment the world will end.


:More on the website


Art is the thing itself. It is the Nature of all things. From it everything emerges and to it everything returns. In Art, one can

Read More »

About the Author

סמדר ויסמן What Realy Is

Leave a Reply