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Again a day around got. Another day done. Now it’s one less until this thing is finally over. – There is no day. There is nothing to get around somehow. Stop doing and start being.

The eye generates the single things. The heart generates the desire from it. The illusions come into the world in this way.

Amazing. Time jump. Out of the forest. Into the city, among people. Charlotte away with Pia and Sunny. Time jump. 25 years back. Only me again. Alone. Through the streets as an observer. Wordless. Nothing to say. Isolated. Not of their kind. Cycle. Everything at the beginning. All at the beginning?! Am I who I…

You can’t force yourself to love people. When they – seemingly – get on my nerves, cross all boundaries and make my blood pulsate: One must KNOW it then. There is no trying and no striving. Only if one really knows about love, then healing can also happen in such situations. It is not enough…

Use the inner gaze. Do not give in to the impression of separation. Replace the illusion of separateness. With love. The all-encompassing one, mind you. Not the personal one.

Our ego wants to be carefree, because then it could forget the day. Then it could also drift in eternity and infinity. Could be almost like soul. But it is always afraid of its death. So it creates itself day after day after day.

Everyone has to recognize and draw the final consequence himself. But for everyone it is different. Does someone approach my perception after reading the book or does he not and maybe it even drives him away from it. Everything has its right to be. One way or another.

It’s easy to be in structures that catch you. It’s easy to make yourself a one-person structure when in doubt. It’s hard to be alone on the outside and yet connected to everyone on the inside.

On the inside, being still is enough to heal the world. In the outside one must embrace the whole world for it. And it shall not be less with me….

Wouldn’t it be nice if mankind didn’t consist only of „consumers“, of consumers? Wouldn’t it be nice if people didn’t just see themselves as lonely biomachines, created without purpose, existing without meaning? If they would not only try in vain to count one and one together with their head and to break the same about…