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When Walter phoned me, it was two days before his death. He sounded ‘strange’, although I could not put my finger on it. For sure I knew that he was not a drug user. When I thought later that evening about our conversation I got the impression of ‘Distance’. He sounded distant. Like that he was sitting on a cloud. High in the sky.
That image proved later to be true. When he phoned me, it was meant to be a farewell. Though I did not know it, he had already left me.
Some days later his belongings were found at the edge of the platform. When he jumped, both his kids were sleeping. Walter’s wife was sitting at home, vainly waiting for his return.
I was remembering this when I was observing the deep blue sky and the white clouds. Far away, very far away were some seemingly small birds flying. They looked lost in that big amount of space, but did also give me the impression that they were just on track. Flying towards their destinations, like the planes far above their wings.
I realised that it was long ago that I watched for so long the sky and clouds. Too many times I am just quick glancing. Looking up, but not really paying attention to what I am seeing.
I thought about us humans. Travelling towards distant places and even planets, but nearly never exploring with our eyes the big blue dome which is spanning every day and night above our heads.
Than I imagined what I would do with billions of money. Would I spent it as an investment in space travel? Like so many billionaires are doing today? I said ‘no’ as an answer to myself.
Digging a tunnel through the planet
What I really would like to do with that amount of money is to invest it in the very big operation of digging a tunnel through the surface of the earth and through all the layers towards the other side of the planet. From Spain to that other distant nation. Because I would like to prevent that the channel would finish somewhere in the big blue ocean.
What a challenge would it to overcome the impossibilities of travelling through the fire inside the earth. To be confronted with the very heavy and inhuman gravity. So much tons of pressure. And the very high temperature of nearly 6000 degrees and the journey of nearly 6000 kilometers to reach that heat.
What an expedition would it be! To the core and heart of the earth. It would be a journey into unexplored territory. Like diving to the bottom of the ocean floor. What a possibility would it give to the branches of science, like archeology, history science, earth sciences and engineering.
And yes, it will give us an opportunity to explore the possibilities to make materials that are really indestructible. Things that can’t be destroyed by the hottest fires and the heaviest pressures. It would also create new inventions to bring within our reach a space travel towards the fiercefully flaming sun.
My brain was reacting at what I was seeing
Finally, I felt that – due to my gazing at the blue sky and the white clouds – my brain was reacting at what I was seeing for so long. I felt sensations like that my brains were electrificating. Small waves were going in all directions through the network of the veins in my brains.
Like that my brains were floating in that big and deep amount of space and intense blue. Having the same shape and structure like the white clouds above my head.
I felt no stress, just relaxed afterwards. Like a meeting with my inner self, but than in the big space outside my own body …
And somewhere I got the impression that the big blue dome is challenging me to leave my flat and sometimes hollow and narrow patterns of thinking.
Intense blue means now for me: In essence there are no problems or impossibilities. There is and will be always a permanent roof above our heads that is expressing the unity of Everyone and Everything … In, under and above the earth … Bridging all the seemingly difficult contradictions of our minds and imaginations … 🙂
I never expected to see my father with his face and a sad story in the biggest newspaper of the Netherlands, ‘De Telegraaf’ (Click here).
Also I heard my father (67) being interviewed about the same topic on the national television. In the daily news show of ‘Hart van Nederland’ (Click here). And in the following days nearly all the national and regional newspapers were writing about it.
And amidst that ‘news storm’ I felt inside me a strange feeling of ‘honour’. Because I saw that my father was acting calm, upright and clear. Just like how I always want to be … 🙂
And so I learned these days that when ‘shit and shame’ is crossing your path – specially when it is not your own created drama – that you even than can make the best of the situation. That it is possible to react wise, mature and honest. And to demonstrate virtue, character and integrity.
And again, I discovered that my father is a ‘hatchet man’. Structuring the debris of others so that it can be cleaned up. Working very hard to limit the further spreading of the oil slick.
Trying to prevent more damage and to protect others.
After all, he is an experienced leader. His analytical and organizational capacities are well developed.
I felt dominated by my father
The relationship between my father and me was for years not well.
When growing up I felt dominated and not accepted by my strong opinionated and directive father. I saw myself like a little plant wrestling for space and oxygen in the shadow of a big, overwhelming tree.
I was otherwise thinking and feeling than him. Making choices which were worrying him.
For instance: He is for decades a faithful churchgoer and elder, while I am not anymore visiting church services at Sunday.
But, I admit, in this time of church scandals and MeToo stories I felt uplifted seeing how my father was framing this ‘dirty’ story. For sure, I thought, this moment ‘the church’ did happily not appear to be ‘slow acting’, ‘ignorant’ and ‘foolish’.
Three long walks on the heath
It dured until my marriage – and thanks to my wife – that I finally found the courage to show my father my pain. After that revelation of my inner debris we made, at my initiative, three long walks on the heath.
I was surprised that my father was giving me full permission to ask him – without any limitations – every question. And he was patient listening and seriously answering.
And than, finally, I dared to ask him whether he loves me? I hesitated and hesitated and felt awkward, but happily I asked it. Not wanting to let this insecurity anymore exist inside me. And risking the possibility that I would never know, while he would suddenly be passed away.
And for the first time in my life he comfirmed that he loves me!
Finally, I am leveling with my father
And when my first child was born, I felt that I was at last leveling with my father. I had upgraded my life to the same essence of being a parent.
Seeing the smile on the face of my father and the light in his eyes – when he was visiting us in the hospital – I felt that we both were standing at common ground. For the first time in my life I felt the equal of my father.
And when we nowadays are disagreeing and colliding, having still a different mindset, we can reunite and regroup at a very small spot in the Universe. It is a thousands years old, fertile source. A powerplace, and, yes, I dare to say it, a ‘holy’ well. It is the ‘sacred’ commitment that we in the core of our being love to be a ‘good’ father for our kids and the next generations which will be uprising in the coming centuries.
This is ‘promising’ soil we both can’t oversee …
And both of us won’t be entering this far away ‘country’ in our aging form of flesh and blood … 🙂
During six months I have written about nearly twenty topics. About Essence, Enjoying Life, Wisdom, Power, Pain, Death, Differences, Robots and far more …
Today, just an overview:
My grandmother celebrated her birthday. She is now 96 years. And somewhere the light of that age is shining at me. Because when she can reach the top of that mountain, it should be also possible for me. And feeling joyful about that, I am ignoring the fact that many others are not reaching that amount of time.
Finally, I am reading the obituaries in the local newspapers. I remember that I was not paying attention to these for years. Deliberately I always scrolled further. Rapidly. Somewhere those messages did frighten me. For sure I did not like to be confronted with the mortuality of my ‘own’ existence.
Even today I can still feel that anxiety. Last time I read at a wall the question, written in graffiti: ‘Which things do you like to have done before you die?’
I felt a shiver, because I don’t like to think about this question when I am just walking in the plain sunlight at a crowded street. It is the same thing like that I am feeling a tremble when I see a human skeleton, skulls or bones.
But reading week after week the local newspapers, I am taking notice of the ages of the departed persons. And I am in silence counting the days and years that lay before me.
Somewhere I am fooling myself
Am I afraid of death? I think not. But somewhere I am fooling myself. Because I really desire to become very old. To discover whether it is possible to become ‘wise’ and ‘mature’. And to see that my kids are transforming in grown ups. And that they will get children themselves. Just to see that life is going further. That despite difficulties and impossibilities the new generations are arising.
And deep inside me the ‘kid’ is still believing that the ancient story about Jesus who raise from the death is true. That he was transformed above imagination and that he arose at the other side of the grave.
Somewhere I don’t accept that death will be the final destination. I desperately do love to believe that Life is the base and bottomline of everything, even death. That Life is the invincible force. That death is not the swallowing dark hole in our ‘universe’, but that Life is devouring death.
Even when no form is immanent or permanent, ‘something’ should be invariable. Be it Love. Or be it Life. And while everything (also everyone) changes through time, the energy in all these forms keeps to be present. It can’t be destroyed. Energy is really eternal and the essential flowing force.
I have prepared everything which is possible for me
In case that I would be earlier leaving the form of my body I have prepared everything which is in my control. I have written down my last will. And my wife and I have shared our wishes to our relatives, specially with regard to our children.
To know that I have done all that is in my possibilities, is giving me a feeling of rest and peace. That even when I am somewhere at some place surprised by death that I am somehow prepared for that moment. Knowing that after my departure there will be the necessary help and comfort for my wife and children.
And yes, at the otherhand I am looking forward with expectation to the last breath in this dimension of flesh and blood. I am so curious about what will happen to me. What will I feel? Will I experience that I am leaving my body? Will I be flying above my own entity?
I will try to be fully present and aware in that moment
Or is that not possible? Will the lamp of my awareness be switched off and won’t it anymore be turned on? Won’t I know anything at all, just after one flash of light? Like that it is for me still impossible to remember anything from before the time of my birth.
As far as possible I will embrace death. And I will try to be fully present and aware in that moment.
So will I regret to leave this temporary life? Not totally. Yes, I am determined to stay alive to be present for my wife and kids. But also I won’t miss the troubles and pain (or illness) which are mainly caused due to the behaviours of other people and those of my self.
These behaviours and thought structures can be exhausting. And the tiredness about it can feel like the robbery of life energy, hope and the will to live.
Feeling withered, dry and barren it can be sometimes difficult to pursue and to push through. To live day after day, hoping that the night will give the possibility to rest and to relax. To receive new energy, new dreams and visions.
Every fixed form will be stripped
I am looking forward to discover whether it is possible to live without the form of my body (which I love and which I protect, nurture and care for).
So, yes, please, don’t mourn the loss of form …
That what is after time unnecessary or not fitting anymore will be burned down through the leveling ‘fire’ of death. Finally, in death are all people equal and free of Ego.
I believe that every (fixed or rigid) form will be stripped and that naked essence will remain. In that place we won’t anymore know the time framed meaning of ‘nudity’.
So via the ‘rite de passage’ of death we can be freed of that what is not real. So that what is of timeless value can shine without a veil.
And I believe that we will be transformed into this Transparancy.
A transparancy free of thoughts and words.
It is. Just it is. And yes it can be.
It can take every shape and it can be cloathed with uncountable ‘cloaks’ and ‘mantles’.
It is what it is. Or it is not what it is 🙂
Pure Essence and Authoritative Expressiveness.
At least, that’s what my hope is telling me 🙂
I screwed up. I felt so irritated about the behaviour of my daughter. I had already given her many warnings. And than I reacted very intense and fiercy at a small misstep of her. And, ouch, than my wife started to battle me.
I felt so stressed about the situation that I could not slow down and give attention to my little son. So, no, this evening I was not tickling him.
Afterwards I felt myself a ‘failing’ father. But happily I could console myself that I am ‘mostly’ friendly and peacefully towards others. Giving attention and being present in the moment.
I felt the determination to do it otherwise next evening. Just conform the common sleep ritual in our family of four.
It had grown in my imagination
But even after a night of sleep I felt ‘bad’ about what had happened. I tried to relativise it, because it was not such big as it had grown in the meantime in my imagination. Standing very early in the morning before the mirror in the shower room I decided to offer my family my apologies, just when we would sit down to eat our morning food.
And yes I did. I said sorry to my wife and to my kids. Just mentioning what I did wrong and how I like to behave otherwise. I felt that the words were coming from my heart. These words were upright and real.
And wow, before my eyes I saw the effects. Again I was impressed about the power of words ( see also my blog from 18 October 2018: Click here )
Before my eyes there did take place a softening. The atmosphere became more warmly during these first moments of our new day.
While my wife looked first a little grumpy, she started smiling at me. And I saw that my kids became more relaxt. There arose again the freedom to be yourself and there was felt far more space around our table.
Wow, this morning my flaws just transformed into flowers.
I was again very surprised about the possibility of saying sorry. The power of expressed regret which is felt from inside, from the place of our hearts.
For many years absent in my life
I even felt a little proud, because the power to say sorry was for many years absent in my life.
I did come from a background where I never heart that adults were saying sorry to each other. Even my father never said sorry to me about some of his behaviours. At least, I can’t remember it.
It was during my first job that a colleague explained to me the essence and usefulness of saying sorry to others. And when I just tried this in practice – even with confused feelings, feeling insecure and hesitating, but also determined – I felt that I was liberating myself. I escaped the prison of my Ego. The big walls of separation and self-justification – built during years – were crumbling in seconds.
It is good to expand the vulnerability of myself. Even when I am than feeling ‘weak’. And even when people are offending me, when they try to belittle me. Not knowing who I am and what my possibilities are to behave ‘ugly’ and ‘destructive’ towards them 🙂
Oh, what a challenge to forgive those who are misbehaving towards me. Oh, what an impossibility for my Ego, when I am feeling the rage and hate about what others are doing. Seeing very sharp their ‘unrighteous’ acts. And sensing the murderous thoughts which my mind is sending than about it. Happily, those are fading away when I am just observing these thoughts.
Oh, what an energy I am feeling than inside me. An energy which is wanting to burst out. To go outside my body. To explode and to be a Big creating Bang.
I am desiring that I can transform and shape this energy towards the powers of saying sorry and forgiving others. Because there are people around us that are ‘ignorant’ and ‘sleeping’. They are ‘unaware’ and not present, ‘blindly’ justifying what they are doing. Even when it asks them to jump, to lie and to make an unlogical connection between two contradicting thought structures.
So again I am saying: ‘Father, forgive them, because they are not knowing what they are doing’.
For a further read, see also my post on 18 December 2018: Click here
A good friend likes to give me advice about how I can attract more visitors towards my website. He sais that when I publish challenging quotes from well known historic or nowadays famous people it will be liked. But the main thing is: I don’t like those aphorisms. Because it is very safe and predictable.
You can hang those texts on tiles in your toilet. It can give you a smile on your face and you can nod in agreement, but it won’t change anything. The cause of this is that these words are abstract and passive – frozen in a frame – and haphazardly directed at every passer-by or bystander.
I believe that real change is coming via persons who are knowing what they are desiring and what they are doing. They think about their goals and go for it, regardless of the difficulties which they are meeting during their journey.
These people are networkers, influencers and actors. And in their interactions things are happening. Like we are also used to in our own lives: Things originate and develop just in the flow of accidents and incidents. Sometimes seemingly accidentally.
Life is creating itself via successive moments. And wisdom needs than to be present and to jump into the situation. To grasp the chance and to speak the words that are necessary to make the change longer lasting.
I believe that words of wisdom are practical. They are clear and focust. They don’t have hidden agendas. Also there are no multiple interpretations possible. Wisdom is not vague or ambiguous, it is the strength to confront those humans which are behaving from positions of power. When they are abusing their power for their own benefits and when they are crossing personal boundaries there must be someone in the room who will say: ‘No, this is not normal’. ‘Stop doing this!’
The director spoke nasty words about my colleague
I called a former colleague to ask her to give me credentials when a headhunter would phone her about my job application. I was surprised to hear that she also left the firm where I was fired months earlier. She told me that the director had spoken very nasty words about her and towards her – ‘you are crazy in your head’ and ‘your husband will leave you, because of you’ – while her chief and the second manager of the firm were also participating in the same conversation. Both men remained silent and mute, while the director was scolding her.
The only one who was championing for her was she herself. She did say: ‘I don’t accept this and I will resign’.
Her chief was surprised to hear these words and said after the meeting: ‘You should not have done that’. But only two days later he had already changed his mind, while saying: ‘Yes, this is better, because you are for me not a controllable person’.
He shifted his opinions, because this chief is not secure feeling about himself. So how could he be secure about others? How could he be trusting, while he is not even trusting his own girlfriend?
Also he don’t like to stand alone. Not at all when all the other team leaders are nodding their heads and saying ‘yes’ when the director is speaking his aphorisms. His ‘dead’ words – they don’t bless and don’t give life, even not when they are flattering – can be written down on tiles, like the grave stones at a cementary.
Dare to take the risk to be humilated, rejected and mocked
Where are the people who dare to be isolated? To be the only one who speak while the rest is staying silent? Where are the humans who dare to take the risk to be humilated, to be rejected and to be mocked? Where are the ‘brave’ persons that dare to speak to those who are thinking and believing that they are in (absolute) positions of power? Surrounded by yes-men.
For me there are no positions of power. No hierarchies, no gurus and no rulers. The only power is self-control and what we are – deep inside us – really believing about ourselves and our surrounding world.
What are our beliefs? And do we really understand that no other human can enslave us? Even when they are harming our bodies. Or when they are locking us inside small rooms? Even than our minds and spirits are free. The light of Freedom can even shine in a prison. Because this light is inside our bodies. Don’t extinguish the Light of our existence which is given to us!
I was conceived in love
I am aware that I was conceived in love. Even when I don’t have a memory about it, I am believing this. And even when other people are probably thinking and speaking badly about me.
I am also determined to leave this temporarily life in Love !
Even when hate and insults would surround me in my ‘final’ moments, there would be the consulting and comforting presence of Love. I am absolute sure about that!
Everything will work for me and lead to the blossoming results of my life: Abundant grace, humility and vulnerability.
And a transparancy which is going deeper than flesh, blood and bones:
A daily watered – blessed – Heart and Soul.
Love you all !
I loved books. I read thousands of books. As a teenager I was reading the titles of Kafka, Dostoevsky and Solzhenitsyn. The last author did ‘tell’ me about his experiences in the bitterly cold concentration camps of Stalin. The ‘Gulag Archipelago’ did impress me like the books which I read about the Holocaust (the Shoah).
Reading was for me a flight from reality, as I told in my post on 18 December 2018: Click here
Also I was reading fanatically about World War II, because my history teacher did not want to share his knowledge about what happened to the Jews. I wrote about this in my blog ‘History’ on 30 October 2018: Click here
Books were for me of such importance. Because ‘they’ were giving me insights and positive feelings. It was for me a pleasure to read hours and hours, with red cheeks, fully present in a pretty flow and concentration.
Books felt for me in value far more precious than the members of my family. Because books were giving me a variety of feelings. And all these emotions were attaching themselves to my books.
I remember that I was saving many weeks just to buy a new title of the set of books of ‘Snuf de hond’. I even know today the price in guilders after all that years (it was yet before the introduction of the euro as currency).
I dated an American woman
My ‘addiction’ – being hungry for knowledge – to books changed when I became 30 years and older. In that time I started a relationship with an American woman via Facebook. And I flew by plane a couple of times to California to date her. We had an amazing time and we decided together that I would emigrate to the United States.
So in the preparation of my leaving of the Netherlands I did look critically at all my possessions at home. It was not possible to take all these stuff with me. And so I decided to halve my large collection of books.
And by doing that and by giving all these books away I felt that I was liberating my self. I felt relief.
No books at shelves in our living room
The second moment of giving away came after I married a Dutch lady. Because my wife don’t like it when I have my books at shelves in our living room, my books went upstairs to a cupboard at the attic.
And again I was looking thoroughly at all my books. Pondering and deciding which books I would like to keep and which I would give away.
And now – just some months ago – I tried for the third time to review my books. After lots of hesitations I decided to take my most special ones and give these to my children. So that they can read and experience the pleasure of exciting books.
Also I hope to prevent that they will only see these books when they inherit these when they are adults and when they are probably not anymore interested in books at all 🙂
Not anymore identifying these as property
I have discovered that by giving away my expensive books and by sharing these with my children that these possessions are not anymore having such an emotional impact on me. I am not anymore identifying these as ‘mine’ property. And so these objects are not anymore ’asking’ for my attention, care and love.
So yes, I am freed of the burden of books. These are nowadays not anymore important for me. ‘They’ became finally ‘neutral’ in being 🙂
So to give away and to share have given me the possibility to get rid of my possessed ego. Because my ‘I’ is not anymore attached to these costly belongings.
I have before written about my observation that ‘objects’ and persons – like my wife – are not at all my ”property”. See also my post about ‘Marriage’ on 13 January 2019: Click here
So my advice is: Start with sharing the possessions you don’t want to give away.
Because you will experience – via that ‘way’ – that you will set free your soul.
No property can than anymore own or possess you !
I could never imagine that I would become 43 years.
When I was ten years old I was visualising how it would be to be thirty years. To think further than that border was for me at that age impossible. But for sure there was one thing I knew. Finally, I would be an adult.
Shaving my face and pumping the fuel into the petrol tank of the car seemed for me the coolest activities in the world.
The Bomb would fall, we thought …
I grew up in the dark and somber years of the eighties. The atmosphere felt pessimistic. The economy was not functioning well and the adults were afraid that one day the Bomb would fall. Happily it never did fall, but when the disaster happened with the nuclear plant in Chernobyl – 26 April 1986 – my parents were very worried.
Some days later they were so relieved that the radioactive cloud was blown away to other regions than the Netherlands.
Today I am still wondering what happened to the people who were living in the areas where the radioactive parts were raining down on their vegetables.
I also remember a poster behind the windows of one of our neighbours. On it there were the words: ‘No Russians in my back garden’.
These impressions were for me the highlights of the Cold War. Cold, because there was no real war between the West and the USSR (nowadays Russia). But still many innocent civilians and spies were killed during clandestine operations.
Fall of the Berlin Wall
And than suddenly the Berlin Wall was overthrown (9 November 1989). My parents where flabbergasted. They never expected that this would ever be possible to happen. It was mind blowing.
The concrete of the Berlin Wall was so thick and the watchtowers were full of heavy armed soldiers. Immediately shooting with machine guns when a civilian was running into the no man’s land towards the big barrier of the Wall.
That day we saw on our small television screen the celebration of the excited crowd in Berlin. Many Dutch persons decided to drive to Berlin. Just to see with own eyes what was happening. To be a part of these historic days.
And to acquire some stones of the Wall. Or to get a legendary specimen of the Trabant (the car that was produced in East Germany).
It was such a vibe of freedom and relief. And a very good start of the nineties.
There was a huge change of atmosphere.
And when I am now again seeing the pictures of that time, observing how the people looked and how they were clothed, I am realising with a shock that this happened thirty years ago. It is so far away that it seems even that it never happened.
I dived in the world of Twitter
And in the week that I celebrated my birthday – feeling thankful to be alive after all that years – I decided also to do something new. I dived in the world of Twitter.
And it surprised me. Until now I did not understand Twitter.
For years I was asking myself why people are sending such short messages of just 280 characters. My mind did not grasp it.
And my ignorance was confirmed when I was reading the news reports about the ‘mind blowing’ tweets of the Commander in Chief of the United States of America 🙂
It seemed for me that Twitter is just a medium for old, angry, white men.
But I was wrong. A whole new universe is opening for me. My possibilities to communicate are extending. I am even connecting with far more people than before via Facebook.
One thing I am not ‘seeing’ quite well. And that is why one tweet is read by some people, while another tweet – which I am not expecting to have an impact – is watched by hundreds of humans.
And thus I am so surprised that my delightful tweet about the extension of the daylight – spring is coming ! – was visited in such a short time by … 1,043 persons !
And the number is still going up 🙂
Thank you all for that … I am enjoying it !
Fear. Because of fear I delayed to write about witchcraft. I felt that I was not ready to publish a post about this – for me heavy feeling – theme. So I waited, and waited, until this moment. Because now I sense the joy and space inside me to write without restraints. And yes, it works! I am writing smoothly, fast and light as a feather 🙂
Even nowadays I still remember the nightmare which I dreamt as a kid. During one night I was driving in a fast riding shopping cart. And I kept looking behind, because I was chased by an ugly, mean, old witch who was standing like a maniac in a shopping cart. Chasing and racing after me.
Everything I tried, but it was futile. I went slower and slower and she was coming closer and closer. I felt so scared, also because this was happening in the dark parking garage close to my home. There stood in narrow corridors the deserted, silver metal shopping carts.
The residents – living behind anonymous fronts of mail boxes and buzzers – seemed too lazy to bring these carts back to the nearby located supermarket. Or they felt too indifferent about the value and price of the shopping carts.
But happily, I escaped! In my dream I remembered suddenly something that had worked also in other dreams. I realised that I could fly! So I flared with all my might my arms, and yes, my feet left just on time the ground. And while I was soaring higher and higher, the grasping hands of the witch became smaller and smaller.
Some years later I felt impressed when I read a book about a pupil of a miller who learned how to use black magic. But these lessons came for the boy with a heavy burden. He discovered that he was trapped in the mill, that an unknown terror was going on and that the only spectators were a group of dark crows which were keeping an eye on him.
When I arrived in my twenties I started to get interested in ‘extreme’ themes like christian healings at psychic (paranormal) fairs, deliverance prayers, exorcism and ‘spiritual warfare’. These topics were not mentioned or preached in my home church, so I went to conferences of charismatic christians to be educated. Also I did read the books of some former witches, who were ‘converted’ to christianity.
I felt in that time so secure about what I was believing. And I justified what I was doing. And when I was feeling fear I tried to remind myself about what I had learned. I felt unbeatable.
Once there was a church service where the pastor was asking us to step on the devil and to trample him under our feet. The whole congregation stamped with the feet at the wooden floor, cheering, laughing and yelling. The noise was deafening.
After this ‘ritual’ we felt secured and confirmed in our beliefs. Did we not be the ones who were succesfully surviving in a world full of ‘evil influences’? And did we not be the ones who were already safe in our ‘lifeboats’?
Our ‘life insurance’ was that we were already at the ‘right road’ to our eternal destination.
And together with my friend Walter – he is the one who later committed suicide, see my post of 30 December: Click here – I climbed mount Olympus. Because we believed that we would bridle Zeus. And by doing so we would release the oppressed spirits of the people of Greece.
We were ignorant about that we were ‘manipulating’ our fantasies and our desires to be wild adventures, daring heroes and brave warriors 🙂 We did not understand that we were trying to prove ourselves that we were real men!
Obscuring hidden fears
Nowadays – looking back at my time as a christian – I realise that my certainity and tough proclamations were obscuring my hidden fears. I was not acknowledging that I was willingly blinding myself, not wanting to accept the reality that I am also a part of a fearful and insecure feeling humanity.
Today I feel liberated that I don’t anymore believe in a hell, satan or demons. To be free of that superstition has made my life less complicated.
But my lucidity has grown that we as humans can transform – in a moment – into angry and frustrated ‘demons’.
Or call us than ‘trolls’. Acting mad, nasty and dangerous. We have unfortunately the possibility to turn our lives into a hell.
Trolling (Urban Dictionairy)
Trolling – (verb), as it relates to internet, is the deliberate act, (by a Troll – noun or adjective), of making random unsolicited and/or controversial comments on various internet forums with the intent to provoke an emotional knee jerk reaction from unsuspecting readers to engage in a fight or argument
Trolling on-line forums as described above is actually analogous to the fishing technique of “trolling”, where colorful baits and lures are pulled behind a slow moving boat, often with multiple fishing lines, covering a large bodies of water, such as a large lake or the ocean. The trolling lures attract unsuspecting fish, intriguing them with the way they move through the water, thus enticing these foolish fish to “take the bait”. Not unlike unsuspecting internet victims, once hooked, the fish are reeled in for the catch before they realize they have been duped by the Troll/Fisherman (Click here for the page at the website of the Urban Dictionairy or click on the underlined words)
So what is witchcraft?
I believe that witchcraft are the combined efforts of the will of one person or a group to bent another(s) will towards the benefits and goals of one ego or a group Ego.
This bending – performed through rituals of incantations, malignant expressed imagery or the spreading of defamating lies – means the willfully violation of the freedom of another person, thus far that he or she is feeling oppressed, depressed or even suicidal. The other human seems to loose the possibility to feel free or to think coherently. The result of this is a constant cloud of confusion, despair and stress which is captivating (the brain of) one person or more persons and which is corroding the connection with joy, love, strength and courage.
So witchcraft includes all forms of manipulation – also the ‘innocent’ appearing advertisements which try to influence our sympathy towards random products – intimidation, blaming, shaming, accusing, cursing of others and the isolation of them. It is working via distorted imaginations which are damaging the perception of how people are seeing and experiencing others, themselves – also via gossip and controversial rumours – and ‘reality’.
It can produce weakness, illness or the killing of humans.
Witchcraft includes the sacrificing of humans which happened during pagan rituals like for instance those attributed to the Flayed Lord in Mexico.
To read more about these rituals, see the website of CNN or Click here
But it consists also out of the cruel incidents which humans are experiencing when they are blamed for acts which are not related to them. Their personal identity – including information about their place of living or their relatives – is attached to disgusting accidents via a hoax.
To read more about the brutal consequences of conspiracy theories which multiply very fast via social media and create innocent victims: Click here
Something alike has happened during centuries towards lonely living (old) women or widows. It concerns the unwarranted accusations or expressed fears of mostly (mighty) men towards women who were different from the other villagers. Only in the Netherlands there were during the Middle Ages many women falsely accused of witchcraft and after fake trials they were burned at stakes or drowned in canals. The same happened regrettable in other European countries.
Also nowadays the same old lies (of ‘us’ versus ‘those witches’) are still alive. These rumours are spreading for instance in villages in Africa or in South East Asia.
Like this news report about India is telling us at the website of CNN. To read more: Click here
All these experiences have specific ingredients in common. Like obscure rituals that are limited to specific people (who are not thinking in terms of the unity of humans, but who are using divisions between humans) and whose conscience is closed and hardened during (occult) crimes committed to vulnerable individuals. The results of these behaviours are fearful secrets which are silencing people and making them suspicious and fearful.
The insiders are bound together via required secrecy and via the fear that they will be punished severely when they ‘betray’ the horrors which happened within the group or community.
Also the outsiders are intimidated via fear (for instance via violent acts and death threats).
When I look at witchcraft I see that it is a haunted house built with the cards of fear. One of these is the fear of death. This worn card is used when others are cursed and threatened to be killed.
This fear seems to be strong, but it is fading away like fog when it is confronted with the unity of humans who are loving each other, despite everything and (en-) during all circumstances.
Because Love – even when it is not felt – is the real thing which is (eternal) present within us. Love is protecting us. We are Love and we are surrounded by a loving Universe. It is thanks to Love that we find the courage and determination to keep our place in Life and to be joyful about it.
I was her – by Court appointed – financial administrator. Taking care of her money and debts. And she called me by phone.
Again she was distrusting and disrespectful. Aggressively attacking me, doubting my motives and trying to blame me for the shortage of ‘her’ money.
I did not like the way how she treated me, but deep inside I felt somewhere some love for her. So I did my best to stay friendly and to be respectful towards her. When she again asked me for extra money, I confronted her with the actual amount of money at her bank account. And I kept asking her why she was so desperate to get more money.
Suddenly she ‘broke’. I heard the softening happening inside her. Even her voice became less aggressive, more vulnerable and more calm. She told me that she needed the money to pay her family in Suriname for their ‘services’ towards her three years old daughter, who had travelled alone – by plane – to her family.
In tears – crying – she explained that her daughter was very ill. She told me about the constant shaking of the body of her child and that her family had told her that it was caused by the curses which they had spoken against the life of her daughter.
The only way to cure her child from these curses was to sent her to her family. Because there needed be done a ritual of ‘washing’ in the dark woods of Suriname. After that her child would be finally free and healthy again.
The mother was sobbing when she said that she had no choice than to sent her very young child away – alone – to her family. For two weeks she would be separated from her kid.
I felt the horror of this situation and I kept thinking after she had finished her phone call: ‘Why did you sent your beautiful girl to these people who cursed her and who will probably abuse her somewhere in the jungle?’
I saw before me how this little girl would be hurted, branded and severely broken in her well-being, her personal identity and the safeguarding of her sexuality. And I felt very sorry for her that no one was protecting her against these atrocities of her distant living family members.
And I realised again how important it is to be together with others and to stay connected with trustworthy, loving people who take care and who nurture a culture of thankfully blessing and forgiving each other. Knowing how to dismantle lies and curses.
No rulers and no gurus anymore
So, what is needed with regard to witchcraft? I think two things:
- A (public) transparancy of everyone that will end all obscurity and secrecy;
- An equality that will give every human (in every group or family) the impression that he or she is accepted, welcome, seen and heard. Regardless the differences between us humans!
So I like to shout now: ‘No rulers, no gurus, no secrets, no lies, no spells, no curses, no abuse of power anymore and elsewhere’.
Because I like to dream how this lovely earth will become more and more a pleasant place to be for everyone of us.
So, no Armaggedon or Doomsday, but an expanding Love which is irresistible carving and cutting its way through the Universe.
And through the dark woods of Suriname …