strips of life memory

Imagine yourself getting knocked out, every once in a while in life, taken from one place to another, finding yourself in a whole new situation, going "What's that place I just came from?" finding yourself in a strange yet familiar environment.

I've been realising everything I have been writing has been reflective of how I experience life, and experiences in life.
I started writing this blog a while ago, Strips of Melodic Memory, basically a story about a character that keeps moving between two realities, un-aware which is more real.

I experience this quite a bit. I find that I throw myself into these different situations, hardly having much thought during the transition process, where it almost seems I appear suddenly into this new place. Even when such thoughts occur, they are but a train passing by, that I forget as soon as it leaves my consciousness.

Although there is a constant memory, the soul, remembers, the growth, the understandings of life, the openings of the heart, the souls that we connect with, the Family.

And so, I have come to this new environment... again. I got knocked out, and here is what happened, is happening:

My name is Ahmed Buasallay, I am with my blood family again, with my childhood friends once more. I wasn't sure where I was, with this situation, at. That was at the start, I felt I needed to discover myself again, a constant process this one.
I am glad, with all the smiling faces around. It makes me happy to be rejoicing with friends and family that I never really understood so much before. And now it's begging to make sense.

I thought I would do many things when I come here, and I am, just not the ones I thought I would be doing straight away. Sometimes I am back into my old habits, sometimes I am discovering new places, new people, new perceptions.

I was volunteering with a project done by Al Riwaq Art Space, Market 338 it was called, a traditionally inspired market done in a modern way, with Merchants/Artists of jewellery, clothing, art, furniture, food, and other random nik-naks. I finished with that yesterday, but hopefully I am not finished with Al Riwaq just yet, I might be working with them, which is exciting for me.
I've met many interesting people there. Musicians, thinkers, expressers, open minds. People ready to hear the message, that message from the universe, god, Allah.

Found some cool things to do: playing with a composer that wants to merge music of the western classical with the Bahraini/Arabic traditional. I have played at a fancy engagement dinner party with 3 guitarists, got payed 40 BD (80 AUD). Found out great similarities of thought with a couple of cousins, we talked about interconnectedness, sub-conscious, and how to know thy self.
Begging to understand the Quran in that sense, reading or being read verses that connect with the soul journey to self-knowing, to existential exploration.

I find myself opening up more and more, and being received more and more. The process is slow, and it's good this way. I see the path, I just need to do it. Although I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel yet, but that's ok, I guess I've got short vision!

today is Bahrain National Day, celebrating Bahrain's independence from being a British colony, tomorrow is the King's throning day, or Day of Throning, kella wahid (it's all one).
There will be fire works, i am going there with my brother and nephews.

I am joyful.