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Open the Diary of an Inner Explorer, a podcast for true seekers, deep thinkers, and powerful souls who feel an inner calling to understand life beyond the surface.
I am Adela Ciurea, Inner Peace Architect and creator of Morpho Menelaus, a metamorphosis program for those ready to step into their truth.
This is not just a podcast—it’s my personal diary. For more than a decade, I’ve been keeping notes on Inner Journeys: my own and those I have the privilege to guide.
My diary is where I put words to the silent questions, the raw truths, and the treasures we uncover when we stop pretending—when we dare to look beyond masks, fear, conditioning, and limiting beliefs.
These notes weave true stories, true feelings, and true thoughts. Unscripted. Raw. Often translated directly from my diary—because my deepest reflections are written in Romanian, the language of my roots.
If you’ve ever felt like an outsider, if you’re searching for meaning beyond the noise, beyond the filters—welcome. Whether you practice meditation, study philosophy, or simply feel drawn to the infinite possibilities of existence, this is your invitation to expand beyond the known.
Join me every Friday for a new note from my Diary. Discover our stories. And maybe… unravel yours.
There are moments when the heart begins to speak in ink long before the mind understands why. This episode drifts back to the very beginning of my written world - to the notebooks that held me before I knew how to hold myself, to the first fragile stories that rose from the quiet corners of my inner landscape.
I explore why I first turned to journaling, what I was really seeking between those lines, why tears are an important… and how a single short story from my oldest exploration diary revealed the truth I was circling even then.
Today we start to wander through origin pages.
17th of November 2025
When I was 13, I started journaling. This notebook knows my feelings and thoughts between 1993 and 1998. That is, until I went to college.
From my first year of college, I only have a notebook where I was writing poems. Not very happy poems… I was transitioning towards adulthood and it was not always easy…
Then I really dived into architecture and all my inner expression shifted towards my projects: expressing them, drawing them, building them.
Slowly I was drawn into my professional life and this vortex swirled me for years…
It was an amazing journey at first. Until I felt like drowning.
A few years later I arrived in France, with a scholarship. I was quite alone in the beginning, redefining myself again.. so I stared to write. I wrote small thoughts in small notebooks … when I started to play the guitar with my dorm colleagues, I was also writing songs.
Then the wind pulled me again away from writing: when I fell in love.
But it brought me back in 2014, when I’ve started to learn about energy and the essential… “that which is invisible to the eyes”… Journaling came naturally when I’ve started to discover my inner worlds: deep thoughts, emotions, energy and experiences. Forgotten experiences, early childhood experiences… past lives experiences…
What do you think about the “past lives” idea ?
For me it was the main motive to learn and practice. I was so thirsty about knowing more. Diving deeper and deeper into the fractals of my consciousness became a passion.
At some point of my journey, I came to ask myself about the past-lives memories: are they really past-lives? Or other experiences of the stream of consciousness? Are they MY experiences? Or are they only in the collective consciousness?
Frankly, for me it doesn’t matter anymore. What it matters is that I know them. I’ve felt them. I’ve wept with them and I’ve had deeper understandings thanks to them.
Therefore I will sometimes refer to them as “my” experiences.
It is not the story that was important to keep for later, it was the learning that came with it. And the deep insights… or, as a friend used to call them, “the big truths..”
This is why I kept on writing, filling all these notebooks… Because behind each energy blockage, once that the energy was being released, I could find the truth. About myself… about the others… about history… about life… about the universe…
These notes were never meant for someone to read them.
But here I am today, happy to share with you… whatever it feels right.
My purpose is to inspire you to look into your own fractals of consciousness…
It is important to know your past. At least the significant events in this lifetime - from your conception until today.
As long as a memory holds on to what is called a “negative” emotion, your energy field has blind spots… blockages. In time, stuck energy affects the physical body. Every pain, every ache, every illness are just blocked emotions and thoughts. They are the ones that bring our energy out of balance in our, otherwise, perfect human body.
As you will see in the first text from my old diary, emotions and thoughts are really strong in us, ever since our early childhood. As you’ll see later, even as we develop ourselves in our mother’s womb.
And believe me, if they are not expressed, the same emotions and thoughts will keep rolling back later in life. Even more, the circumstances that support them will repeat, cyclically, like clockwork.
Look at your own life … and see if you can find repeating events and patterns. Then come and tell me all about it!
A quick note before I start to read to you an old story: today, as in future storytelling, you will hear me talk about weeping, crying or purification. They all mean the same: an energy blockage is being released, the energy field is being purified.
Tears are one of the oldest languages the soul still remembers - older than words, older than belief… They rise from a place where truth has not yet been shaped into story. When tears come, they come as a watermark of something shifting inside.
When we weep, we invite our Profound Being to take the lead for a moment. We allow the inner waters to rise, purify and reorganize what has been stuck.
Tears are not only from weeping: tears can also come with laughing. My teacher told me once that truly laughing at pain is a high spiritual purification. Now I see that it was a moment when my Real Self was laughing, being able to find the ridicule in a rape situation. Fortunately for me, it was not a memory from this life.
Let me know if you want me to tell you that story.
There is a special kind of laughter - the one that rises from somewhere ancient and raw, the one that shakes the ribs and loosens the spine… the kind that leaves you breathless and shining.
And the tears that follow it are unlike any other.
These tears are born from the place where joy and innocence meet.
This laughter - real, belly-deep, wholehearted - shakes loose inner blockages. It jolts the nervous system into a rhythm of ease. It reminds your cells of their original music. And as it cracks open your chest with joy, the tears rush in like a tide reclaiming land.
These tears are a cleansing of heaviness. A purification by joy instead of grief.
They wash away the overthinking, the tightness around the heart, the subtle energy and tensions you didn’t even know were there. When the laughter finally moderates, something inside feels wider, warmer, more honest.
It’s as if the soul had been giggling all along,
and the body finally caught up.
Then, tears are there, illuminating the eyes.
And beneath the laughter, something profound awakens:
a sudden, startling recognition of what it means to be alive,
moved by the absurd, miraculous beauty of simply living and experiencing being human.
I know you feel what I’m talking about…
Weeping and laughter make us true humans.
And always, after the storm… of laughter or weeping… comes that unmistakable stillness: a soft, emptied landscape inside. A sense of being rinsed from the inside out. A feeling that something essential has been returned to its rightful place.
In this new made space, the Truth can appear. Information… Wisdom… Knowingness…
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I’ve chosen from my first inner exploration diary a short note, written on the 22nd of February 2015:
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As we close this note, let yourself feel the quiet echo of those first pages - the innocence, the ache, the understanding of the bigger picture…
These early entries always leave traces, and they often return in cycles, asking to be seen with new eyes.
Next time, we’ll follow one of those returning waves: a story woven around abandonment and the rhythmic patterns that shape our lives from the invisible.
Allow yourself to come with me into that next layer - where what once felt like loss begins to reveal a deeper coherence.