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Saturdays
Why do I feel so bad? So empty, so… senseless. So… hopeless? Of course! It’s Saturday morning. Everybody is off. No one can numb themselves with work. Again and again on Saturdays. There I feel the suffering of the people all the more clearly. Important to bless now. To lead the light into the dark…
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The Young Werther came to me
The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang Goethe. The book was announced to me, and in a public bookcase in a small town on the Lower Rhine, it stood right in front of me a few days later. At eye level. Unmistakable. I had never read it before, but it came across me again…
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Peace be with everything. From now on
No more undefeated battles. No outstanding invoices. Nothing makes fear flare up anymore, that separates us even now from the next. Cleaning – Not in the head. In the structure. – creates peace. Change of consciousness. A new section. A new beginning on the bike. Peace be with everything. From now on.
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In the shopping gallery
I have to go through everything now. New shoes help against the pain of separation. Amazing. Too many people too much past each other. Too much focus on their own incidental. No common thought, no common perception except the separation. Look only at the outside. Evaluation. With the eye. No perception of oneness with the…
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Freeing yourself from the external
If you can free yourself from the external by conforming to it externally, then do so. Dress in a way that is comfortable for everyone. Have the right haircut. The main thing is that the outside does not distract you with worries from the inner information. Get rid of the judging influence in this way…
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Salvation lies in femininity
Yesterday I was having breakfast with a friend in a bistro. Apart from us, there were only women present. Suddenly I felt the power of security. All the burden, all the worries and doubts that had taken hold of me during my trip fell away. The knowledge was suddenly there again. I could have blessed.…
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Acting divine
If I’m standing in a kitchen and I want to sacrifice some of the food and I’m unable to take it outside, I put it in the trash. In the trash?!? Why not in the trash? Isn’t God everywhere? Even in what we name and evaluate as „garbage“? There is no difference between me and…
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After the parting
Now the time has come for me to remember. Remember the individual faces, the individual people I knew all there in our forest. Wistfulness comes. Why? Shiva was there. The destroyer was there. And again all structure, all security had to go. Again only trust in what is coming remains. Melancholy is the fear of…
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Always do, never rest
Do something. Do, do, do!!! Do not rest, rest, rest! He who rests is dead! Do something! To be part of the stream of doing. Be part of the community of doers. No matter what! Only do not rest! Walk, stand, look, do, do! Have hobbies. Have prejudices. Looking and judging – all day long.…
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Even the rice grain always looks the same
A person’s state of consciousness cannot be immediately recognized from the outside. You can’t tell if pain has darkened him. He looks like always. All humans look from the outside first of all simply like humans. In the end, they are all the same. The grain of rice also always looks the same. With it,…