This morning I woke up from an intense, a bit confuse dream, after a short night. Oh, I thought, we are just in the full moon hours, which for me are always a crest in the wave of a month’s cycle. Since the early 80ies I am observing the lunar cycles – observing in the double sense of the word, having a look at them and following their rhythm with a scheme of meditation. And since 2000 I publish every month for the full moon a newsletter, which now goes under the name of The Lunar Messenger.
This regular observation helps understanding the cyclical and at the same time ever-changing rhythms in the inner. It is not amassing any theoretical thoughts about it, but more of a scientific attitude, and this not by collecting any data, but by experiencing. This subjective research gives a depth and a strength which for me is of evidence, beyond any doubt.
Each full moon – like also each day – carries a specific quality. It is a doorway opening to what time offers at this specific moment. It is a periodical, rhythmic heart-beat, which goes unnoticed and subliminal, like that in our body, when not focused at. But when I align to the pulsation, I come in tune with the inner nature – which is not mine, but a present of the Presence. So the full moon is like a flower of time, blossoming for a short while, and a change in the currents. “Watch the time, for it is the very life of Life”, says and old saying.

Many things we are doing seem to be ephemeral, without leaving any traces. The desire to leave behing something lasting is with many people, not only politicians. It often reminds one of building castles in sand, being washed away with the next tide. A fascinating play with creation of out of sand is on sandfantasy.com, where you find videos of an artists drawing in sand.
Not all “traces in sand” however are ephemeral. There are landmarks of the Great Ones surviving thousands of years, like those of Buddha or Christ, who haven’t even written a book themselves. They came from the depth of the source of creation, with the full power of spirit behind. There is a beautiful legend from the Leaves of Morya’s Garden about the Signs of the Christ, with a painting of the Russian artist Nicholas Roerich. It is an inspiring tale about the founding of the inner temple, which is not made of sand or by bricks and mortar, but of the tissue of the eternal.

Yesterday evening, after a busy day and after having done the daily flow of e-mails I set upon translating an invitation of friends for a seminar on silence. I felt, that silence is something very untimely. We are always very much outgoing, and silence is totally unusual. During the day, there is often music coming from a neighbor’s office. On the roads, even in nature people are jogging or cycling with earphones – the ipod generation. Also at home the music of one of your youngsters is often on, while the other puts on a headphone… Not to speak of the shops with their convenience music, and with the roaring waves of the roads or from the sky.
There can be outer silence, with inner noises going on, even during meditation. Calming down the emotional and mental is uncommon and has to be practiced. Since over three decades it belongs to my daily hygene with meditation, but the urge to noise is still there. A thought I read from a seminar with Sri Kumar helped me some weeks ago: We can be active with several things at a time. When we drive a car, we can talk. So we can also keep linked to the inner silence while being outwardly active. It is just a matter of training.
In the invocation given by Dr. Ekkirala Krishnamacharya it says: “May we speak the silence without breaking it / May we live in the awareness of the background.” For me this give a lot of energy, keeping linked with the inner source. Then the outer is going on in a flow, even in the waves of activity.

When I had a look out into the garden this morning, all was covered with april-snow. It was quite different from the rain yesterday and the warm night before.
Every day, yes every hour and moment has a different quality. It unfolds like a seed and bud through time. The German writer Michael Ende has given a beautiful description of this in his book “Momo”. It is very fascinating to sense the quality of the hours and thus try to unlog the key of time. This is what Spiritual Astrology is all about. I am not much interested in normal astrology, but I am observing since years the changing qualities of
time and compare it with the daily ephemerides to gain an understanding of the rhythms and movements of the time cycles. To look at time as chronology measured by watches, like science does seems to me like reducing a multi-dimensional happening to a one-dimensional line.
However working with the key of time is more an art than a science in the ordinary understanding, for it requires being linked to ones inner and remain an observer.

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.