Cycling 1,500km from Amsterdam (NL) to Trieste (IT) to be with my mom.

[ivankiss]

My mother is terribly sick. Has been for over a decade. I have been living in Amsterdam for nearly a year now, chasing my big dreams, carving my own path... But I would not forgive myself if she wouldn't make it by the time I'm done with my stupid mission.

Why am I not flying? Taking the bus or the train? Can't explain. It's beyond me.

It's not just that I have something to prove, to myself and the entire world. It's that if I make it, I will become so ridiculously powerful, no illness and no delusion will ever stand a chance in my presence.

Unless something truly impossible and unexpected happens, and God gives me a red light... I am absolutely for sure doing it.

Starting tomorrow.

Pray for me, and my mother. It's all for love.

 

(jeez uploading pix is a real bitch here huh)

 

 

Edited Monday at 10:16 PM by ivankiss

[Vali2003]

Really sorry to hear about your mother not doing well. I sincerely hope for the best. 

Would love to hear updates about the tour in this thread. How you’re doing with the physical and mental challenges and other, unexpected, stuff. 

Have you done something like this before or is it the first time?  

 

 

[ivankiss]

@Vali2003 Thank you. And be sure to be updated. Hence this thread.

Feeling stronger than ever. Physically, mentally, emotionally. On all levels of being.

Have been cycling over 50km daily for the past 8 months. Give or take. I am one with the bike. But, so far, I was only cycling around and in the city. This will be a different beast to slay.

[ivankiss]

Behold... The bike.

 

[ivankiss]

The Alps are my biggest concern, of course.

Worst case scenario, if I see it's too difficult, I'm taking a short train ride in that region.

I'll see as I go. I simply have to trust.

 

[Natasha Tori Maru]

Opened this thread and saw mention of the bike:

• I expected a fixed gear. WTF is this chit?!
• Boi gun have arse and thighs like a concrete dump truck by the end
• I am so sorry to hear about the plight of your mother. I wish her well and I hope you are faring okay under that sort of stress <3
• pics or it didn't happen
• NGL probably the most wholesome thread on this subforum I have seen for a minute 
• Nice disc breaks

Some cu** jacked the handlebar stem off my 3 speed a month back - inspired me to snag one and get back in the saddle

[UnbornTao]

If the information is crucial, I'd make sure to check other sources in addition to AI.

Good luck.

[ivankiss]

Thanks guys.

So far so good. All is well.

Can't say too much, every word is my reality.

Blessings.

[Princess Arabia]

Please keep us informed while traveling to let us know you're ok. Seems you're attempting a very tough feat. Be safe.

[ivankiss]

My grandma was behind it all. Confirmed.

May she lose all of her powers over me and my mother now.

[Yimpa]

                        MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU  

[ivankiss]

@Yimpa ❤️

[Natasha Tori Maru]

7 hours ago, ivankiss said:

My grandma was behind it all. Confirmed.

May she lose all of her powers over me and my mother now.

For the love of the women

[ivankiss]

Extremely powerful witch. Dark magic runs in the family. But she's too weak to face me.

I am The One.

Heaven and Hell.

[ivankiss]

Both God and The Devil are on my side.

 

[ivankiss]

.freeall

[ivankiss]

Speak not of the gods to me
They listen not to the suffering
Speak not to me of divine mercy
When my eyes see only pestilence

Famine and death

Speak not to me of the profane
When the truth of our existence
Is called blasphemy
And the smoke of plague ridden human carcasses
Blackens the horizon

Speak no more of wandering unclean spirits
Lest they be called by the sound of their names
Speak not of forsaking the elder ones
I must now seek instead their unholy embrace

Speak instead the chants of protection
Against the coming of endless swarms of devouring fiends
Against the dreaded black clouds of churning hatred
Against the malevolence which descends from the sky

Against countless voracious messengers of retribution
Swarming the innocent, and the wicked
Lest he who is lord of the demons of the wind
Of the evil spirits which infest the air
Who layeth hold even unto death

Covereth thee with legions
Of winged terrors
Evil to protect thee from evil
Evil to Cast Out Evil 

Evil to protect thee from evil
Evil to Cast Out Evil

Speak not of the gods unto me
The hear not the screams
Of the dying
Evil to protect thee from evil
Evil to Cast Out Evil
Evil to protect thee from evil
Speak not unto me
Of the sins of mankind
When my eyes see only the evil of the gods

Evil to protect thee from evil
Evil To Cast Out Evil

[ivankiss]

I arrived to Trieste this morning. Had to ditch the bike and take a bus. Got a big ass red light from God, right in my face. A sign to stop dancing with death for a little while and take a break from being a superhero.

What was the sign? Well, there were two, really.

If you happened to read my journal by any chance, you should know that I was deeply involved with a Polish ex gang leader in Amsterdam. We kind of sort of became good friends during my stay there. But really, it was all about survival, and in his case, a sense of control and power. Once I stopped playing along, he started going nuts. He went into a full blown psychosis when I came to say goodbye. He was ready to murder me. I could tell. Or at least poke me with a knife, once or twice. The Polish love to stab. Especially from behind. I am bigger and stronger than him, so he stands no chance in an honest fist fight, and he knows that. He could only attack my back. Like all cowards do. 

I was extremely fast and smart and I managed to escape the city, looking over my shoulder every 2 seconds. Just fucking wild.

So that was the first obvious big sign.

The second one, as I already mentioned briefly, is that I figured out and confirmed that my grandmother is a nasty witch who loves and knows black magic. Had a bone chilling conversation with her once I sat on the bus. She has been wishing death upon me since I was in my mother's womb. I kid you not. She believes that I am standing in between my mother and her. And she's not wrong. I am the fucking One. It was only a matter of time when I would pick up on this. And she probably knew and feared that all along. I kid you not, I felt death breathing in my neck all the way back home. First time in my life ever I buckled up in a bus haha! She was trying her best to get into my head, make me lose my sanity and life. She truly wanted me to die on this journey. Her spells are no joke, but she's losing strength and I have simply become too damn conscious and powerful. I have both black and white magic in my pinky. And now she knows it. I'm pretty sure she's cooking something in the background. But I know she's afraid of my mom. Who is, at this point, still kind of clueless and asleep. 

I reunited with my mother on the bus station just before dawn. She instantly broke down to tears. We stood there for a while, locked in a hug that truly felt like home. And for the first time ever, I felt like a man in her presence. Like a rock. Not like a whiney little boy anymore.

We then proceeded to have a mild fight in her apartment too. Of course, can't go without that. She was poking, testing, as usually, and I just couldn't bite my tongue too much. I had to speak my truth. Even though its clear as day to me that she's barely standing on her feet. She's barely pushing through each day. 

Point is, we found common ground somehow and we agreed to tone it down and be careful and gentle with each other. We found a way to our hearts. I could tell it gave her some much needed relief and strength, right away.

Staying at her place for a couple of days, until I find a nice little room/apartment and start working. I don't think I will stay too long though. 1 to 3 months, is the idea. This is not my territory. But it is kind of my home.

All is well. Love prevails.

Hopefully my bike doesn't get stolen from where I left it and I can go pick it up at some point. I would still love to do a long distance journey such as this one that I planned out here. But not under these circumstances.

This was truly a life or death type of situation. From start to finish.

My voice was never deeper, stronger and more rooted in truth. That's a nice plus.

 

Edited 6 hours ago by ivankiss

[ivankiss]

The twin headed serpent.

Yum yum.

 

 

[ivankiss]

I also "stole" a couple of  items that were given to me as a "gift" from a super noble Dutch hippy bitter woman, who pretended to be in love with me, but really just wanted to keep me trapped where I was.

 

Sold it all for a few euros to get back home safely.

 

Well, except for the massage gun, which I gifted to my mother, because she could make great use of it.  She can barely feel her legs. And it's clear who took the ground from underneath our feet.

 

Justice is best served cold.