I had once told an acquaintance about a book that is dear to me. A book with which I have the closest resonance. A really holy guidebook for me. And I really use the word „sacred“ very rarely. It is the Chinese I Ching, the Book of Changes. One day this acquaintance came to our house and saw the book sitting on the bookshelf – It was another copy. „My“ I Ching edition is not on any shelf and I only give it to a few strange hands. She took out the book, plopped down in an armchair and began to leaf through it, more or less interested – or bored, as the case may be. I had told her that it was a good book. Well, let’s read it crosswise. This way of dealing with the book really pissed me off, and silently, with my hands in my pockets, I watched the spectacle. Sabine does a lot and Sabine reads a lot. She does healing journeys, Inca calendars, Hopi heart healing, annual festivals and and, she reads everything that is available on the esoteric market. Crystal skulls, four, five or six dimensions. Everything. Everything is assimilated and consumed at high speed. A mash of complete obscurity arises from this, which always leads her to say, „Sometimes I don’t know if it’s all so true anymore either…“ When she says that, my mood sinks to the bottomless pit…(the inner center just shifts sometimes). So I saw her sitting in my armchair trying to consume one of the oldest wisdom books in the world – which is also still personally of the greatest importance and friendship and awe to me – away in between. Leaves, leaves, leaves ….“Mhh, mhh, mhh, Eight Signs? Why eight characters. Isn’t that nine?“ – I was bursting inside. There was no such thing! One paragraph read across and already her mind was making a judgment and really thought she had found a mistake. An improvement of thousands of years old spiritual knowledge, while skimming, sitting in an armchair in the afternoon. Me: „Man Sabine, good that you have discovered this. I guess people have all overlooked that in the last 6000 years!“ Sabine looked at me indifferently with a furrowed brow. It didn’t matter now. „Dear Sabine, please do me a favor. Don’t read the book so casually and half-heartedly. I have told you what it is and what it means to me and I thought it had become a little clear to you. Confucius said at the end of his life that if he had one more life, he would devote it entirely to the study of the I Ching. If you really want to study it a little bit, then please do the following: Buy your own I Ching. The one that comes your way. The edition that shows itself to you. Then take the book and put it on your nightstand for three months. Without looking at it. Just let it be there. Notice it. Build a connection to it. Every morning and every evening. And when the three months are over, then you read it through. And you do that without thinking about the content. Just read it and don’t interpret or try to understand. Not wanting to be smart. You do this three times in a row. Then – and only then – you take the first sentence. Read it and let it have a long, long effect on you. And then see what happens to you. If you approach this book in this way, then perhaps it will also be useful to you.“ … ‚and you may no longer have to doubt the truth…‘ I added in my mind. „Hm. The holy book.“ said Sabine in an uninterpretable tone of voice while she put it away on the table.