I just came across an article in The Cancer Blog of Chemotherapy.com about “Ancient art of yoga has true healing power”. It says that results from a pilot study show that women going through treatment for breast cancer feel better, sleep better, and have less fatigue when they practice yoga. A very interesting finding.

Yesterday afternoon I went with a Bulgarian, Indian and Spanish friend to the birth house of Paracelsus, where our group has a little room for commemorating the life and work of the great initiate and alchemist Paracelsus. It is a beautiful place surrounded by hills and forest, near the old Devil’s Bridge. Paracelsus had had a deep impact on medicine and opened the way for a holistic medicine. Today many people still are inspired by his ideas.
Friends of us have started 3 years ago the Paracelsus Health and Healing magazine, where my wife is also helping with proof-reading part of the English translations.
The room in the Paracelsus centre is also used for full moon meditations, an ideal place to link-up with with cosmic rhythms. We stayed there for a while, had a short meditation and enjoyed the serene atmosphere.

My wife and I are doing regularly yoga asanas – me in the morning (now before blogging ;- )) and she in the evening. I like them very much, they soften the body in a smooth way. I’m just doing a short series, but feel the effect strongly. Professionnally and in the free time I am sitting a lot in front of the computer and so there is not much movement. For my wife they have also helped with several health problems.
Asanas are not sport, but an age-old subtle technique to make the body soft and to increase the energy flow, thus being an important prerequisite on the spiritual path. There are lots of methods, and many use them as a means by itself. We use them as a good preparation. Sport is often oriented to performance, achievement and competition. Yoga asanas however are for developing the body as a vehicle of the soul.
My wife is also giving yoga courses in a near-by church community chentre, one for women and a mixt group of youngsters and adults. She is doing it on a voluntary basis, for the joy of doing it and to to help the people.
Yesterday a member of the women’s group came to the other group with her 4 year old boy. He was bent on seeing what his mom was doing with yoga. Even at home he showed a great interest in these exercises. My wife told me that it was great to see how this little man very naturally participated with full attention in what the group was doing, practicing all the exercises with an astonishing flexibility of the body. The youngsters were much more stiff.
He was the group’s darling. What could be the result for healthy bodies, if here children were to learn the yoga asanas already from an early age!

A friend from Geneva forwarded me this nice story of an unknown author about gratefulness.

A Full Glass of Milk

“One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay for his hungry stomach, decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. On the way through school, he found he had only one thin dime left and he was very hungry. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. The woman thought he looked hungry, so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?” “You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us, never to accept pay for a kindness.” He said…”Then I thank you from my heart.”
Year’s later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.
When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. The woman feared opening it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words…”Paid in full with one glass of milk.” Signed, Dr. Howard Kelly.
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: Thank You, God, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands.”

The morning air is smelling the spring rain, which has soaked the soil and brought fresh life to the plants. The leaves are mirroring the lights. Water is not just H²O, as scientist want to make us believe, it is a wonder of nature with many qualities.
Yesterday a friend from Canada sent me a link to a website “Microwaved Water and Plants”, demonstrating impressively how through microwave treatment the subtle structures of water lose their life-giving qualities. The beautiful website about the World of Water gives deeper insights into the fascinating work of the reknown scientist Dr. Masaru Emoto on water crystals, showing the multitude of structural information expressing through water.
Some years ago we had published a number of Good Will in Action about Food and Drink, explaining the importance of the use of pure water for purifying also our subtle bodies. Not to forget the tremendous need for drinking water in many areas of our planet.
May a more intelligent and caring behaviour towards this precious source of life slowly develop.

Yesterday morning my wife and I had been visiting an ayurvedic doctor, together with a friend, who had told us about him. We had decided to go there without further ado. He was running a shop with Indian articles, but did not advertise himself at all as a specialist of Ayurveda, the old Indian science of health (ayur: life, veda: knowledge, wisdom). We waited in a back-room, while he was treating another person. We had stepped from out of Berlin into India: A big statue of Shiva was greeting us, and on the walls were pictures of other Indian gods.
The doctor, a young gentleman in the 30ies, modest, but alert, took my hand without saying much and felt my pulse for some minutes, then described correctly my health problems which I hadn’t mentioned him before. I had attended to them over a longer period with homoeopathy, then with bio-resonance, with certain, but not satisfying, results.
I know a bit about Ayurveda in theory – I had done the German translation of a book on Ayurveda by Dr. E. Krishnamacharya some 14 years ago, but never had met an ayurvedic doctor. On the basis of his diagnosis he gave some dietetic recommendations and said he could give some Ayurvedic medicines. He said it was quite difficult to get the ingredients, and some of the preparations take months of work in accordance with certain rhythms and constellations. He normally goes once a year to India to get them. He is from a family with an age-long tradition of ayurvedic doctors. He told us that here in the West there is much wellness-activities in the name of Ayurveda and that every few weeks he is asked if he would come and join some clinic projects, but he always declined. He prefers working in his silent way, and that he doesn’t want the knowledge to be lost when a big advertisement and business is run with it. It gave me the picture that here, hiding behind a mask of a shabby outside, in the back-rooms of a shop, there was a diamond of great worth. He explained me how we could continue the treatment after my return back to Switzerland and we agreed to meet him again before leaving.
The meeting had left in me a deep impression, ans so I have started making a health-experiment along ayurvedic lines.

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.