Vesna’s voyages

I am a young American world traveller slowly making her way around the globe and doing the usual teaching gigs along the way, butting my capricorn head against adversaries and having chance encounters with random culture in a quest to meet the universal soul, or at least to find happiness and life’s meaning.

And since you really want to know the details: Age: 28; Status: Single; Profession: freebird; Religion: Everyone; Loves: tea, yoga, meditation, herbs, anything blank I can fill, emptiness, understanding, knowing, being right, TRAVEL, new cultures, languages and nature. I guess whatever is near me at the moment.

“What is here is everywhere, what is not here is nowhere” – the essence of Tantra – the profoundest of sciences

The steeds that bear me carried me as far as ever my heart

desired, when they had brought me and set me on the renowned

way of the goddess, who with her own hands conducts the man

who knows through all things. On that way was I borne along;

for on it did the wise steeds carry me, drawing my car,

and maidens showed the way. And the axle, glowing in the socket –

for it was urged round by the whirling wheels at each

end – gave forth a sound as of a pipe, when the daughters of the

Sun, hasting to convey me into the light, threw back their veils

from off their faces and left the abode of Night.

There are the gates of the ways of Night and Day, fitted

above with a lintel and below with a threshold of stone. They

themselves, high in the air, are closed by mighty doors, and

Avenging Justice keeps the keys that open them. Her did

the maidens entreat with gentle words and skillfully persuade

to unfasten without demur the bolted bars from the gates.

Then, when the doors were thrown back,

they disclosed a wide opening, when their brazen

posts fitted with rivets and nails swung back one after the other.

Straight through them, on the broad way,

did the maidens guide the horses and the car,

and the goddess (Persephone) greeted me kindly,

and took my right hand

in hers, and spake to me these words:

Welcome, o youth, that comest to my abode on the car

that bears thee tended by immortal charioteers ! It is no ill

chance, but justice and right that has sent thee forth to travel

on this way. Far, indeed, does it lie from the beaten track of mortal

men! Meet it is that thou shouldst learn all things, as well

the unshaken heart of well-rounded truth, as the opinions of

mortals in which is no true belief at all. Yet none the less

shalt thou learn these things also, since passing through all things

in thy journey thou should judge the things that seem to be.

- the beginning of Parmenides’ poem, On Nature