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		<title>Il Mare. Or how changing choices create reality.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Il Mare&#8221; is a good example of how our choices create reality.  This Korean movie portrays beautifully different potentials based on different levels of awareness of the main characters. The story is the following: The present (1998) Sung-hyun (male) communicate with the future (2000) Eun-joo (female). Her future self is more aware than the present (1998) about [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ansdeblauwe.com&amp;blog=1927960&amp;post=224&amp;subd=ansdeblauwe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:justify;"><a class="vt-p" title="Il mare in the wikipedia." href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Il_Mare" target="_blank">&#8220;Il Mare&#8221;</a> is a good example of how our choices create reality.  This Korean movie portrays beautifully different potentials based on different levels of awareness of the main characters. The story is the following:</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;padding-left:30px;"><span style="color:#808080;">The present (1998) Sung-hyun (male) communicate with the future (2000) Eun-joo (female). Her future self is more aware than the present (1998) about what she really wants in life.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;padding-left:30px;"><span style="color:#808080;">The present Eun-joo is in love with another man.  She chooses the potential to marry him.  Therefore there is no time and space to start something with Sung-hyun.  After she finds out that he has an affair while working abroad, she has a hard time.  But it is through this break-up experience that she opens up to Sung-hyun.  Her future self start communicating with his present self. They develop a deep friendship which could turn into a relationship if they both choose so.  Sung-hyun present self is clear about his choice, he wants to meet Eun-joo in the future.  They have a date one week ahead of Eun-joo future self. He does not show.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;padding-left:30px;"><span style="color:#808080;">Eun-joo is disappointed. But she herself turns out to be the reason why he did not show.  After the appointment with Sung-hyun, she meets the other man again. She still clings to the old potential of them getting married.  A potential that once upon a time looked very promising but has no real future because of all that happened.  That&#8217;s why her future self asks Sung-hyun to interfere in the past and prevent the other man from leaving aboard.  After a big inner struggle, Sung-hyun respects her choice.  But while he tries to make the other man change his mind, he is hit by a car and dies.  That&#8217;s why he did not show up.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;padding-left:30px;"><span style="color:#808080;">When Eun-joo finds out, this tragic experience opens up her awareness a little more. She clearly sees and chooses now the potential of a relationship with Sung-hyun. But is it to late?  Did she discover her deep love for him to late to make the relationship a reality?  Her future self hurries to let him know her feelings and she cancels her request to interfere in the past.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:justify;padding-left:30px;"><span style="color:#808080;">The movie ends with a changed reality. Sung-hyun did not try to interfere, he did not die and they finally meet face to face.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">The movie is an artistic depiction of wisdom about day-to-day life. The reality we live in is indeed of our own choosing. Choices evolve because awareness expand. Awareness expands because experiences we go through.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">Difficult experiences (broken heart, death of a loved one, &#8230;) are only &#8220;difficult&#8221; because it&#8217;s hard to let go. We cling to old believes and expectations because they are so comfortable and familiar.  Difficult experiences are in fact hidden blessings. They help us to open up.  They are telling us that the potentials we chose in the past, are not valid any longer.</p>
<p>Open up and be aware of all the other beautiful potentials out there. Potentials you never could imagine.  Potentials your future self will prefer better than the old ones.</p>
<p style="text-align:justify;">So let&#8217;s open up!  Let&#8217;s evolve. Let&#8217;s create reality upon reality, more and more true to our deepest choosing. Let&#8217;s be free.</p>
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<p style="text-align:justify;">PS: Apart from the story, the movie is worthwhile to watch for the beautiful cinematography and skillful acting. It&#8217;s my first encounter with Korean cinema and it will definitely not be my last.  Here is the trailer:</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[I like to share a strange experience I had today. I woke up with a feeling that something really terrible would happen. Something to do with dying. The last two weeks, death is visiting me often. Two weeks ago, the brother of my friend had an accident. Last Friday I attended the funeral of a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ansdeblauwe.com&amp;blog=1927960&amp;post=46&amp;subd=ansdeblauwe&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">I like to share a strange experience I had today. I woke up with a feeling that something really terrible would happen. Something to do with dying. </span></p>
<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">The last two weeks, death is visiting me often. Two weeks ago, the brother of my friend had an accident. Last Friday I attended the funeral of a niece of my mother. She died from old age. Last Friday night the grandmother of An, my landlady, died. And then this morning this strange feeling.</span></p>
<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ansdeblauwe/540820766/"></a><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1307/540820766_cb06266c56_m.jpg" border="1" alt="Castle Steytelinck - park of Wilrijk" hspace="10" vspace="10" width="240" height="143" /> <a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ansdeblauwe/540926743/"></a><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/540926743_ae3520b384_m.jpg" border="1" alt="Park of Wilrijk." hspace="10" vspace="10" width="240" height="141" /></span></p>
<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">I went for a walk in the citypark of Wilrijk, close to my new residence. When I go for a walk like this, there is no goal. I just follow my feet and see what happens. My feet know where to go. In this way the most magical things may happen. This time my feet guided me to a graveyard, next to the park. It was the first time I saw this graveyard and I was impressed by the silence and the quietness of the death. Very peaceful, partly due to the green environment of the surroundings. </span></p>
<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">A rose bush was flowering with pink roses. There was a grave in the shape of a heart. The whole environment made me feel easy about death. Death is not necessary bad. Death can be very peaceful and beautiful.<br />
After a while <a href="http://www.slide.com/r/KAPmq9Pi6T9YWK0fVRHEMsLB8S8wTq2P?previous_view=mscd_embedded_url&amp;view=original" target="_blank">I noticed my name on one of the graves</a>. Ans. Funny, I thought so. But then I saw my name on another grave. And another, and another&#8230; Many of the graves underneath the rose bush, were carrying my name. I was surprised. </span></p>
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<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">Slowly the understanding came that today was my day to die. Not literally of course, but dying at the inside. Letting go of parts of myself that were ready to leave. Parts of myself that served me well, but are no longer of any use. In particular the Ans who looks always outside to find happiness. The Ans who craves to have a partner. The Ans who creates stories that are not true. The Ans who tries to fulfil expectations of others by sacrificing his own authenticity&#8230;</span></p>
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<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">That Ans was ready to leave and the surrounding helped me to say goodbye with an easy feeling. The heart-grave, the rose bush and the green around made the parting bearable. Thank you Ans for everything you have done. I have loved you and hated you. I wanted to follow you and wanted to kill you. Above all, I was so used to you. You were so familiar, and that&#8217;s why the farewell hurts a little. What will happen next? How can I live my life without you? Fear for the unknown. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">Deep inside, I know it is time for you to go. Time to make space.</span><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">Be happy my friend.<br />
Rest in peace.</span><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#7f007f;font-size:x-small;">Ans</span></p>
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