Great Things Will Happen

A dreamer is some sort of energy that can not decide whether it wants to move or stay. Whenever you dream, your energy glides into along like the big hovercrafts. And if you do not have a drive, then the wind of intention blows you away. And you will enjoy only a beautiful, colorful dream while having perhaps the impression of doing something powerful.

The difference between dreams and dreaming is the intention. Focus your intention on dreaming and try to achieve all what you always wanted to achieve - and remember that there is no difference between dreams and waking ......

Once upon a time, there was a dragon, very small

There was once a small dragon. Very small. Who lived not too long a time ago. All too long ago. When he reached puberty,  his inner life darkened. Powerful steam and gas were built inside his belly and in his mind and he noticed the Call of the great red dragon.

"Put fire to  the world. Burn, world ..."

During his lifetime the red dragon was very feared. Whenever he had been in a bad mood, then surely a forest would catch fire or a church, or a few peaceful people would find themselves ablaze. People believed he was the source of even a volcano, into which he, according to legend, should have fallen into. Called large red spouter near Drachenwurzhausen.

The little dragon, very small, did not only feel the call of the great red dragon. He also felt the presence of light. A light that was able to stop any fire, that would spread inside him and began nourishing his needs, had turned his hard dragon skin in a gentle, skin-breathing dragon skin.

He was torn between the light and the call of the red dragon. Sometimes black smoke rose from  his nose and he suffered terrible abdominal pain and his skin was stretched terribly all over his body and he imagined many young dragon girls rope skipping. In particular, the idea that around the dragon girls tails were tied colorful ribbons, how the dragon girls casually lifted the tails in the air singing and skipping the rope, let his inner glow, and drove him the steam from every orifice.

But then he opted for the light. His beautiful soft skin was always sought for very much all his life. He led a rich and eventful life and his only fear  would never come true, that  one of his adorable dragon ladies might put him because of his fragile skin in a pot in order to eat him. They were always nice to him and admired his delicate complexion, very delicate. And he remained small until the end of his life, very small. (There were rumors that he had sometimes worn young dragon ladies ribbons around his tender tail but this is certainly a lie ...)

Ship of Fools

Some one who is alive and longs for death, he is like a machine that will not run even though it can run.


Some one who is hungry even though he has enough to eat, he like an ill man who can not eat.


Some one who is happy, although he has no reason to, he is  like a senseless run-out model in this reasonable time.


There is always some perspective, were we seem to wear the fools cap. Therefore we can give up taking ourselves seriously. Wouldn't it be nice to choose consciously the fool's role and living that role with full dedication to the public?

Passeport s'il vous plâit

In Afghanistan, there are policemen who can not read or write. Because they lack these skills, they let all persons pass who show any document resembling an identity card.

 We have an inner checkpoint too, we can decide whether we are open for contacts or not. We should train our inner guard or it can happen that we allow anyone to mingle in our affairs, holding up false papers that we can not read such as:

 Preacher id-card, an expert on the life after death

News: id-card, universal representation of facts

Sect: id-card, an expert on the right path

Police: id-card, justice producer

Woman id-card, an expert on men's happiness

Man id-card, expert for women's happiness


If we are vigilant and learn the language of our heart, our vigilance will not let pass false experts into our inner realms ....


And maybe, education may prove a stronger weapon for peace in Afghanistan than any well-meant bullet.

Nobody Is An Island

Ain't that the title of a novel by Johannes Mario Simmel?


Some people I meet during the day, I can imagine them very well on an island. They behave as if they were alone in the world. These people, in case they were left alone on an island, would at first kill all living things and clutter the nascent wilderness.


In this small inhospitable hell they would criticize the island to be of no use and would accuse the creation to play tricks on great spirits. Then they would perish and  - hopefully - the island would flourish again after their death.


I do not want to be a part of the island of these hungry ghosts. Every day they live among us and eat the whole world empty without ever giving anything in return ....

If you have a question the you should return to your special inner place

If you're at a loss, return to your special inner place and ask the question that moves you. Above all, learn to accept that finding an answer to the questions does not necessarily mean finding the answer or know the answer as though you had read something and just have to retrieve it like a thought.
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No. The inner knowledge approaches from infinity, even though you will not well imagine what infinity means. Because it comes from infinity, it takes infinitely different ways, until it gets to you. Or have you experienced before, that while you were facing many choices, you would have taken only the same way out?


Those who know, stick their heads into the infinite and they own nothing to grasp the infinity. And yet the knowledge trickles into their world, becomes understandable and is different for each person. That is the difficulty in learning and teaching.


Knowledge is the same, but no way is comparable with that of others, and that means every student learns in a different order, and each teacher adjusts to his pupil. The infinity combines both, teacher and student and gives both a never previously seen track. Both have in common only that it happens to sound like a miracle to them to find a way ...

Only One Finger...

"Did you know that a man can carry the world with one finger alone?" asked the master curiously.

"With one finger, while the world is so big and my fingers are just so small. Hardly, "replied his pupil. "I certainly am not able not do that."

The master jumped up and rotated around his finger through the air. The finger seemed fixed at a spot while the master was in the air. "My finger has successfully held the world in its place."

"You're just jumping." The student did not understand the statement of the master.

"Oh, shut your mouth and do it for me once. Pratt, Pratt, Pratt, the trap is permanently in motion."

The student gathered a momentum and made angry somersault through the air. He stuck his finger in the air and tried to fix it there. No sooner had he done so, his mind was filled with a picture of a happy living earth.

The master smiled. "Just one finger ... carrying the earth, only one ...". Then he walked away, while his students arrived with both feet on the ground.