A friend from Buenos Aires today sent me the link to an article of NY Times from Sept 16 on “The Holy Grail of the Unconscious”, about the “Red Book” of the psychiatrist C.G. Jung, unpublished up to now and which is going to appear soon. The book looks like a medieval volume, with paintings and decorations. There is a screen which gives some impressions. The writer describes the content: “Between the book’s heavy covers, a very modern story unfolds. It goes as follows: Man skids into midlife and loses his soul. Man goes looking for soul. After a lot of instructive hardship and adventure — taking place entirely in his head — he finds it again.” An interesting article about a life along the borders of genius and madness.
The dream stories reminded me of another person who lived nearly 900 years earlier, Hildegard of Bingen (1098 – 1179), a great German visionary, healer and naturopath, composer, herbalist and abbess. Her impressive mystical pictures resemble Eastern paintings. There is a film about her life (in German) coming out this week, “Vision“, and you can see some trailers. Her images have impressed me very much already years ago.
Both sources are deeply spiritual journeys which influenced many people on their path.
A few days ago I got an e-mail from an acquaintance from another country, with whom I had stopped correspondence some years ago. He asked me if I already heard that 2012 there would be the end of the world.
I answered him that I had heard about these rumours and that I already had outlived several ends of the world in the 70ies, 80ies and 90ies.
He then replied with a long e-mail telling about a book of David Icke, which would make change the world, about extraterrestrials in reptile bodies, about illuminati conspiration, ufos, and the background of weakening humanity through the separation of sexes. He asked my opinion about it – I doubted it was my opinion or if it was convincing me. So I answered him that long times ago I had read about such theories and that I don’t care about them any more, wishing him a good way through the clouds.
He then answered with a longer e-mail about the infiltration of governments and that my indifference shows obviously that the extraterrestrials already have implanted a microchip into me, controlling my mind, or that I’m one of them. There followed some more explanations about the work of the ETs and their dangerous efforts towards 2012 and that the masses have to be awakened, and for this, men and women have to be re-united again, because we have been separated against our wills through the work of the ETs.
I replied that as per the separation of sexes in the human race I more follow what the Masters of Wisdom are teaching. He answered that I seem to support the existing reality, that humanity is divided and controlled by the will of an extra-terrestrial race and that the teachings of the Masters are also part of their intrigues, as per the policy of “divide and conquer”. He wants to fight against this and that the horrible separation between man and woman has to be overcome. Then followed lines about his great love of a TV-star, being his soulmate.
I won’t answer anymore. I somehow feel helpless towards such mental constructs and confusions. You can express your sympathies with an errant brother, but how to help finding out of a maze of speculations? Maybe there is some truth in some of these thoughts, and maybe I’m blinded by conventions – but so what? I have stopped trying to stumble through lofty chimerical theories and prefer walking my steps through my next neighbourhood of thoughts, letting me guide by the light of my soul.
Buddha meditating in the night – in the garden of friends
A friend just sent me the link to a video of Ani Choying Drolma, a Buddhist nun from Nepal, singing a beautiful mantra of Compassion Buddha, to develop one’s own compassion qualities to heal oneself and to heal others. Ani Choying uses the income from her songs to finance a school in Nepal. Another beautiful song is the Ganesha Mantram.
“One of the Key Herbs that Prevents and Treats Swine Flu”
“Ayurveda, India’s traditional ‘science of life,’ has the remedy for swine flu in the form of the basil leaves commonly known as Tulsi. Tulsi is well known in India for its remarkable healing properties. But the anti-flu property of Tulsi has been discovered by medical experts across the world quite recently. Tulsi improves your body’s overall defense mechanism, including its ability to fight viral diseases. Apart from acting as a preventive medicine, Tulsi can also help a patient recover faster.”
Tulsi, which is Sanskrit for “the incomparable one”, is called “Holy Basil”. It is worshiped throughout India. Tulsi has been used for thousands of years in Ayurveda for its diverse healing properties. It is mentioned by Charaka in the Charaka Samhita, an ancient Ayurvedic text. Read more about the holy herb in Wikipedia.
A friend send me the link to an interesting website (German/English), the Gaia Media Foundation, a non-profit organization in Basel, Switzerland:
“We communicate information for a holistic and up to date understanding of our existence, and the potential of human consciousness. We equally respect the knowledge and the experience of ancient cultures, spiritual traditions, and of modern science, without committing ourself to a particular view or direction. We advocate the firm belief that the ability and desire to achieve transcendence is inherent in man, and that expanded states of consciousness shed light upon the knowledge of the laws of life, of nature, and the universe. An awareness corresponding to universal laws not only guarantees humanity the surviving, but also allows us a symbiotic and hedonistic existence on Gaia, our home planet.” (from the website)
The last times were full of intense processes, which I tried to reflect in the form of poems I wrote on my observations. I try to translate two of them:
Unsettled thoughts,
kept back and unrecognized
in their haze of interwovenness,
block like stones
the stream of life
pressing forward
and form dangerous rapids,
which threaten to carry away
the swimmer of consciousness
and to drag him under the waters.
The passage between
Skylla and Charybdis
is difficult
and every word surfaces
like a whirl in the current
to be steered around
so that the boat of the freeing idea
doesn’t get dashed
against a rock
and emotionally charged spindrift
doesn’t obstruct the view.
During such transits
utmost vigilance is needed and
a calm eye of the steersman,
who sees the shallow depths and,
navigating with a firm hand,
brings the boat
nearer to the next harbor,
knowing about the distant goal.
Iguaçu, Argentina 2008
Towers crumble,
when the time-ground
lets its eroding movements
work slowly.
Even the plates of the continents
dance on the fragile ground
of the rhythmical movements
of the Great Mother.
It is the love towards new life,
which makes the old one
collapse
to give way to
virginal striving.
However, change gives pain,
if we hold on to stones falling down
or
seek stability
on the wavering ship
at times of tempest.
But where shall I
cast my anchor?
How can I
offer you a supporting hand,
when the dark clouds
seem to hide for you
the rays of the sun?
Dancing with firm steps
the rhythm of unbridled change
gives joy,
when the hold
in the salvaging silence
is the anchorage
and gives protection
in the deep ground.
A friend just sent me the link to the following video narrated by two male North-American aboriginal leaders, with beautiful pictures. There is a website for supporting this initiative. Enjoy the video.
The last day in Munich, the next to last day of our journey, was a dive back into the “outer world”, in different regards: After 12 stages of the journey and 20 visits at houses of friends from our spiritual movement, we stayed for the 21st visit with friends of the family of my wife. They were warm-hearted doctors, but living in a quite different world. So we didn’t speak about our background or our journey, but about different general topics. We slept and meditated in the basement, surrounded by used books, toy railways and other artefacts of memories, in a stagnant energy. It reminded me of the souls stuck in matter, suffocating and somehow crying for the light of the spirit. At the second day I also had a lively talk with the daughter of our friends, who is working at a video art installation place in an underpass in the center of Munich.
Toy train in a show case
During the day we enjoyed strolling through the center of Munich, where we were astonished about the many Muslim women walking around through the hot summer streets in black robes, with covered heads, wearing gold chains and rings. Later our friends told us that each year in August there is an “invasion” of people from the Arab world coming for shopping and holidays to Munich, enjoying the leisurely and safe atmosphere of the city.
We, too, enjoyed it, looking into some shops, having lunch and tea time there and doing a bit of sightseeing.
A fountain at the Marienplatz in the center of Munich: Fighting with serpents and dragons – or integrating the dark with the lightful side of life.
Aquarian plays: children enjoying a fountain in the center of Munich
On our way back to Switzerland we reflected on our tour: It has been the most intense summer holidays we ever had, filled with so many impressions and exchanges, observations and insights. We meditated together with many different groups, where all were following the same spiritual line as we do, but where the individual expressions were quiet varied. We had exchanged about the lightful and the darker sides of life, about crises and transformations, about aspiration and commitment to the path. We experienced many individual worlds from close in a very short time. We were richly showered with presents of warmth and openness and felt very grateful for this.
The next stage of our journey, which at first was not planned, but then arranged itself surprisingly, brought us to a new friend near the Chiemsee, east of Munich. Another friend from northern Bavaria had undertaken a long journey to join us.
The whole time it was heavily raining, so that we stayed inside and had again some deep encounters. It was like piercing veil after veil of outer layers of superficial decorations of words and of stories before arriving at the core, after having had our evening and morning meditation together.
Our friend told us about her inner and outer path and how the outer link with our spiritual movement of the WTT had been established about 8 months ago. She spoke about her spiritual work of healing and of helping certain people to gain insights into previous lives. In general I’m very skeptical about such claims and don’t go into any so-called esoteric but mostly illusionary adventures. However, I took advantage of the situation to ask her about the background of an event in my life which had caused some irritation.
By means of a certain help and inner linking to the Master she started telling me events of a previous life, which deeply touched me in a way that it very well explained some attitudes and encounters of my present life. Some ties were resolved and I felt a deep relief, like an old burden falling off. Together with my wife we also had a look into our common past, which again provided some clues to a deeper understanding.
In the afternoon we continued our journey to Munich.
Hourglass in the studio of our artist friend in Munich we visited a day laster
The next stage of our journey brought us last Saturday from Berlin to Kassel, where our friends, a couple we know since years, are working as nathuropaths. He is also a skilled craftsman and has realised a number of beautiful sculptures, some pictures of them you find below.
Again we had intense exchanges about our spiritual paths. It is a fascinating experience of our journey that we dive into different atmospheres and environments, where each time we leave back our own world and get imbued with the other realms. We follow the rhythm of meditations and rituals with our friends, dive into their ways of life, and then come back into the “uterus” of our car when traveling to the next place, where another very familiar but nevertheless different world opens up. It is a great experience of an extreme richness of impressions, opening many new vistas and giving us clues to understand better our own world and the interconnectedness with others.
Sculptures of our friend, extract
Sculpture of the 12-petaled lotus of the soul
In the practice of our friends, a model of the inside of a head: The outside of the inside
At the “Hercules” statue, a land-art park of the 18th/19th century overlooking Kassel
