The 17 years old son of the friends here in Berlin is an enthusiastic glider flyer. If the weather allows, he will take us the next days on a flight at a little airport in the surroundings of Berlin. In this area here the first successfull flights with a glider have been done by Otto Lilienthal at the end of 19th century. His experiments inspired the Wright brothers for their first motorized jumps into the air.
Nowadays flying has become an everyday routine: Yesterday evening the mother of the young glider flyer came home. She is a Lufthansa stewardess and her full schedule had brought her the last two days to the north and south of Europe and back to Berlin.
The speed in the general change of localities has tremendously increased during the last decades, and also the speed of life. The winds of time are strongly blowing in the Aquarian airs. Also in my life the last years have increased the amount of travels, and much more the amount of far distant connections and cooperations over the continents. Distances are shrinking, while speed is increasing. You learn to keep stable while “flying” at high speed through quickly changing worlds of experience.
A look over the shoulders of my children into the worlds of their computer games opens up worlds of concretised imagination. We have to learn to steer well our little airplanes through the storm of impressions.

Yesterday at work I got an e-mail from my previous superior that an old Iranian collegue of mine had just died. I had been working for seven years with him, while I was head of an inter-cultural psycho-social counseling centre for migrants and refugees. It has been closed some years ago due to financial reasons.
While writing a note to some of the old team members, in my thoughts the image of my Iranian collegue came up again. He was a very fine “gentleman”, with a stupendous knowledge about Islam and Iran. He was an archeologist by profession and had done field work during his youth in Afghanistan and later married a Swiss. At the end of the 80ies he had renounced his job at the Historical Museum of Berne in order to help Iranian refugees. We had been publishing together a series of information texts on Islamic culture and problems of refugees. He was doing crisis interventions with social workers in divorce, violence and generational conflicts. He gave me a deep understanding of the cultural and individual backgrounds of the cases and of the great Iranian past. We had been struggling together with running farsi on the PC or with his overcoming of his barriers towards the electronic communication.
In the 90ies, when Iran opened up again he had been travelling there each year for some weeks and also was engaged in help work during earthquake rescue. The world where he was coming from was deeply strange and at the same time familiar to me. All these concepts of honour and purity, of religious politics and extended tribal family systems were irritating and opened new vistas of understanding.
We spoke a lot about the origins of our cultures and their influence onto present living, especially adaptation problems of people coming from one world into another. He was a border-crosser between the worlds. He has chosen a good time for his soul’s way to the other world – in the Iranian New Year, Now Ruz, beginning with Aries, in the ascending part of the year and of the moon.
Though this was not his belief system, but: May the flowers of this life carry for him precious seeds for the future.

Yesterday I got a mail from a friend from Berlin, who told me that the mother of a common friend of us just had died. The three of us had come into a deeper contact during seminars of our spiritual teacher in India, and both friends are stewardesses of Lufthansa. Our common friend had been taken a lot of time going from Berlin to Kiel in North Germany to accompany her mother during the last phases of her illness, having had an intense relation with her.
It reminded me of the pass-over of my mother eight months ago and how my father, a believing Christian, but at the same time with a materialistic outlook, was moved experiencing that suddenly there was just a body where before his beloved wife, my mother, had been, and since then he started establishing an inner contact with her. For me, though knowing from out of the depth of my being that we as souls are immortal, nevertheless was deeply touched by the experience of the passing-over.
Another friend of mine told me two days ago about the work her group is doing in sensibilizing personalities in public positions about the unhygenic tradition of burying dead bodies into the earth instead of cremating. Milliards of bodies are thus rotting in the soil, creating poisonous effects. And also milliards of people, in this age called by the wisdom teachings the dark age, are living in the belief that these dead bodies have to remain in the ground to be awakened one day for ressurrections – what a deep illusion about the nature of man’s soul.
For many the soul doesn’t exist, they believe in the Darwinian evolution of matter and the survival of the fittest human apes, a belief stemming from a similar ignorance, just like believing that the pixels on the screen of my computer are fighting in a survival of the fittest to form the sentences – ignoring that there is a consciousness forming the shapes and also having created the facilities for their manifestation – many different expressions of consciousness. In consciousness, there are grades and transitions, from gross to subtle, but not endings.
A very beautiful expression of this are the sublime photos I yesterday saw on the website of Missoury Skies, of rainbows, the expression of the bond between the gross and the subtle worlds.

Yesterday turned out to be extremely a “newsletter-day”. In the morning the mailing of two different newsletters coincided at my work, in the afternoon, where I had off, there was the mailing of the good-will newsletter for Aries full moon. Before there had been a newsletter-request from Canada, then came the French and English translations for next month’s good-will newsletter, done by friends in Germany and America, as well as a correspondence with the friend doing the Spanish translation, also in the US. In the evening the Spanish translation of the Vaisakh-Newsletter arrived from a friend in Spain, which I am preparing for web-publication, besides a book request from London.
Every newsletter has a long history before, but then there is the coming out at one point. Also in the yearly cycle, in spring all the flowers come out around a time, but they have prepared for it a long time. In our lives it is the same, and the same in creation. Not the coming-out into appearance is the point of manifestation, but it carries impulses which have been sown long back in the past, and are a cyclic expression of the underlying eternal.

Yesterday my wife and I had a walk on a nearby mountain. It was cold and rainy, nevertheless along the ways everywhere there were signs of flowers awakening after this long winter. An enormous energy is felt, still hiding behinds buds and rotten leaves of the old year.
In Aries there is always a fresh energy to be felt, especially in the time of the ascending moon till full moon – a good time to sow seeds and start new initiatives (like this new blog ;- ))

Yesterday evening, after having just finished the new “Lunar Messenger” for the month of Taurus, about the buddhic plane, and my wife having proof-read it, I asked her:
– “How was it?”
– “Do you want to hear a praise?”
– “No, after all the content isn’t mine.” (It is from the wisdom teachings, and mainly from transcriptions of seminars by Dr. K. Parvathi Kumar)
– “Well, after having read all, I must say that I still don’t really understand what is the Buddhi plane.”
Yes, that’s it, you cannot mentally understand the buddhic plane. It is the supra-mental, as Sri Aurobindo calls it, and so the mental cannot grasp it. We just can open up for the experience.
– “However you can align to you soul, to the master consciousness, and then there is the experience.”

Everyone has his or her own perspective, which is not the total view. Dealing with my wife, our children or at work I am often astonished how different one can view the same thing. In the “Occult Meditations” of K. Parvathi Kumar I just came across the following thought:

“Each one’s life carries another perspective. If one circumscribes oneself and looks to one’s life, one’s pan, one’s pleasures, one’s problems, it gives a totally limited and narrow perspective. If he sees life in general and equates his life with life general, he gets a much better equation of understanding…
For example if a person has an incurable sickness, he may suffer much when he looks only to his suffering. If he observes life in general he would find many like him and sometimes he may even find many in deeper suffering than the suffering he is in. Life as a whole when equated with, man relives himself from the suffering of self-circumscription. He joins general life and moves on in a state of joy instead of moving in suffering.

A few days ago I got from Joyce, an American friend, some photos of incredible chalk drawings from Julian Beever. This artist has to have an extraordinary sense of perspective and proportion to make them appear 3-D. Have a look at his website.
A great way of creating an illusion of a specific perception (through the camera).