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Ubuntu: A Global Day of Silent Reflection

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.


Tired of the Noise? Ready for a Reboot?
Imagine a world where the constant chatter of notifications, the relentless pursuit of material gain, and the endless cycle of news and drama take a backseat. A world where humanity pauses, breathes, and reconnects with its inner self.


As your benevolent world leader, I decree a global holiday of silent meditation. A day where we collectively unplug from the chaos of the outside world and tune into the serene depths of our own minds.


A Day for Humanity; this isn’t a religious holiday, nor is it a new age fad. It’s a simple, yet profound, act of self-care for the entire planet. A day to:
Meditate: Whether it’s silent contemplation, prayer, or simply clearing your mind, this is your time. Connect: Feel the energy of human connection, even in silence. A simple smile can convey volumes.Reset: Press the “refresh” button on your mind, body, and soul.

Ubunthu holiday for reflection and connection

A Global Ubuntu – Inspired by the African philosophy of Ubuntu, “I am because we are,” this global holiday celebrates our interconnectedness. By acknowledging the sacred spirit within each other, we foster empathy, compassion, and understanding.

So, let’s embark on this journey together. Let’s create a world where peace, love, and understanding reign supreme. A world where we’re not just individuals, but a harmonious collective.


Are you ready to join the movement?

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The challenge to confront obstacles

It’s the beginning of Spring and I had a dream last night:

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dancing shadows across the winding highway. I found myself veering off the familiar route, drawn towards a hidden path shrouded in mystery. The road led to a secluded farm, its gates guarded by two imposing white lions, their golden manes shimmering in the fading light.


Fear gripped my heart as I approached, the car windows offering a fragile barrier against the powerful predators. The air was thick with anticipation, the silence broken only by the rhythmic thump of my heart. As I ventured on foot, a playful lion cub emerged from the shadows, its playful antics contrasting with the menacing presence of its parents.


The journey continued, leading me through a labyrinth of winding paths and towering trees. The farm, once a symbol of tranquility, now felt like a hidden world, teeming with secrets and unknown dangers. Descending a wooden staircase, I reached a crossing point, hoping to return to the familiar safety of the highway. But fate had other plans. A sudden barrier blocked my path, forcing me to retrace my steps, the farm now feeling like a prison, trapping me in its mysterious embrace.

The end

Maybe it’s time to examine the obstacles on my path?

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Still the flow of the golden river.



Upon a canvas of softest dawn, I stand, bathed in the golden hush of a new beginning. One breath, one heartbeat, I am present, whole, and at peace. The journey, a ceaseless dance of receiving and giving, circles back upon itself, each turn a deepening spiral of understanding.

A single leaf adrift on a sunlit stream, I surrender to the current, carried by the unseen hand of my higher self. In the hush of stillness, I listen. Not with ears of flesh, but with the open vessel of my being. The whispers of the universe, a symphony of certainty and guidance, lead me onward.

No frantic chase for goals, no desperate grasping at achievements. Ten minutes, a sliver of eternity, held in the gentle cradle of the present. Each inhale, a grounding in the now, each exhale, a release into the boundless well of being. A subtle shift, a burgeoning within, whispers of growth taking root, experiences weaving themselves into a tapestry of vibrant balance, harmony, and integrity.

Words like brushstrokes on a luminous sky, painting a vision of the life I yearn to live, where every facet gleams with inner light. When imbalance dares to cast its shadow, I soften, yielding to the restorative embrace of stillness. A haven of peace, a sanctuary of abundance, where gratitude blossoms like wildflowers in the sun.

Wisdom whispered in the rustling leaves, rewarded by this moment of exquisite quietude. Bathed in the golden luminescence of existence, I stand, humbled and enraptured. Though fleeting, this sanctuary of serenity leaves its indelible mark. A whisper of peace tucked into the folds of my being, a gentle echo to carry me through the day.

For even the swiftest river eventually slows, finding solace in the quiet pools that mirror the vastness of the sky. And so, I carry a fragment of this stillness, a luminescent ember of harmony, to illuminate the path ahead.

May my day continue to be graced with the gentle rhythm of a flowing river, and my heart, a haven of peace.

© Jurgens Pieterse, All rights reserved, 2024.

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Total liberty dreams

What would you do if you were here and now at total liberty to do anything?

I will create a sacred space where people can be authentically present. A place that invites a person to come to relax, meditate and nurture their inner being while connecting with nature.

Imagine a haven carved from sunlight and whispers of wind. A sanctuary where leaves unfurl secrets to the mossy stones, and dappled light paints shifting tapestries on the forest floor. Here, nestled among the silent sentinels of ancient trees, I would build a refuge for unburdened souls. A haven where bare feet sink into dew-kissed grass, and whispered dreams mingle with the rustle of leaves. This, my friend, would be a temple for unmasking, a cathedral of quiet where minds find solace and hearts unfurl like ferns to the morning sun.”

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Dream journal: Pack attack

I dreamt of being attacked by a pack of dogs. They had red blazing eyes piercing into the dark. Their fangs glinting in the Moonlight. Their skin, as black as poison, made them scarcely visible in the dark night.

Yet it was no nightmare. I stood my ground fearless as a warrior warding off wave after wave of attack. I did not kill but learned each by name. I became acquainted with each individual hound’s attack. The fierce and the sneaky became a familiar pattern.

I had no need to fear the known.