The Blessings of the Corona Crisis

These days which are seemingly like those of the Black Death in the Middle Ages are feeling for some of us like a prison (house arrest) or like the stripping away of everything that was giving a sense of comfort (like going to the sports club).

But for others of us these days are the beginning of a new era. A time when humans are giving more attention to their environment, like appreciating clean air (less planes are flying nowadays) and where the economy is more focussed on the balance and welbeing of everyone, instead of that the high profits are going to a small group of wealthy, white men.

So how are these days for me?

I am really enjoying it. I understand that it is easy for me to talk like this, because the Corona Virus has not come very close to me. Happily my neigbours and family members are still healthy … but even when it would come closer … I am really enjoying the beautiful blue skies and the brilliant sunlight. Did someone notice that the sunlight seems to be brighter these days? The Spring is surprising me with an abundance of flowers, colours, smells and beautiful, little, flying animals.

And I am enjoying the company of my kids. These days I have gone far more times to the playground, which is laying for our house, than anytime before 🙂

So yes … please … even when you are experiencing financial difficulties … even when you are feeling stressed .. please try to focus on Life and Light.

I know for some of us it is very difficult …

But please do’nt let your mind distract you. Please let the worries of daily life not overgrow you.

You and I … We are far stronger than our ‘weaknesses’ and tough moments.

There is a Power dwelling inside our bodies which is divine. It is giving us humans a divine design and ongoing energy. ‘God’ lives inside us … Is present in our blood, our veins and in our muscles …

So please, do’nt be distracted by the form of us humans.

There is a Presence inside us that is shining and hiding its Light behind our (facial) features. Our characteristics are less fixed than our most rigged thoughts and feelings …

So, please be comforted … And try to be a comfort for yourself and others …

Love yourself … and love God inside others … Humans, animals, trees and flowers …

There is and will be always an abundance of Light and Life.

Even in our – by our minds – obscured ‘dark days’ … 🙂

Turn on the lights!

How many lamps can you connect to this and keep them on?
(the answer is the number that is the symbol of eternity which is unchanged, even when it is upside down 🙂 )

Splinter of Wisdom

Staying Hopeful Despite Everything

Feeling the difficulties of life I am wondering why I am experiencing sorrows. What is the usefulness of sadness?

Wondering and pondering. Desperately trying to stay present in the moment. Discovering that even than there is a strength hiding inside me.

And deciding than to continue to pay closely attention to all the thoughts which are traveling through my brain. Because I really want to think positive and to stay hopeful, even when everything seems lost.

I will stubbornly believe that every situation will work for my good and will bring the best out of me, even when I am not knowing it or seeing it.

I am the one who is shaping my own life via the expressions and exclamations of my mouth. So I am observing my thoughts … like a mother who takes care of her children … 🙂

I am aware that I want to have a blessing tongue. Blessing myself and blessing others. Loving myself, even when I am feeling the failing and seeing myself falling down. Even when my feelings are mirroring the thoughts of tragedy.

Choosing to open up, to share my experiences with others. And to be surprised by their reflections of carefulness.

And their love is reminding me of the Love inside me.

And that I am still unhindered on the road to a big Eternal Expression of Everlasting Life.

– Splinter of Wisdom

Victory of Vulnerability Vibrates in Veins

When I was young I told myself that I was strong and independent. That I could live on my own. Without the care of others. And even without their attention.

But now I am getting older. And I am discovering an awareness deep inside me that I am every day dependent on the grace of others. That they are permitting me to be, to live and to have my own space and place.

And that we all as humans are confronted with difficulties, disasters, sadness, stress and pain. And that we are than, but also just now, in such a need of loving and protecting arms … warm hugs … and sometimes the smile of a stranger.

We are as beings such vulnerable. And somewhere between our lonely cradle and our buzzy peer group we lost that insight.

But I am happy that Life is giving me again the opportunity to experience the powerfull blessing of vulnerability.

Splinter of Wisdom

Escape Ego – Experience Your Presence and Strength in Your Breath and Belly

Our beautiful mind can make us mad. So much imagery, fantasy and memories. Light or heavy thoughts and emotions. We can feel frustrated and powerless. Useless and restless. Out of place and floating in emptiness, darkness and imprisoned in our bodies.

But all these things are mental reflections and interpretations of our tiny, hollow and shallow Ego, which is a shadow of the real Reality.

The real thing is that we are loved completely, whatever we are thinking, doing or feeling. And regardless our acts, we are still loved. It is a never ending Love Story full of hope, courage and faith. It is such fulfilling that there is never a shortage of it.

The whole Universe is embodied with love. More over: All emptiness and darkness is full of Light and Life. Even when we are not feeling it, not seeing it or not believing it. Even when we are unaware of it.

To escape Ego – which only exists in our mind – and the suffering which is created by ego, the drama and the disaster, we can try to realize that it is possible to leave the house of our thoughts. We don’t have to live permanently in the ‘attic’ of our head …

Just use the staircase inside your body to descend towards the place of your lungs and your belly.

Be aware … Feel … Breathe … breathe … And feel the Presence that is present there … The strength … The joy … The power of Life … It is inside you … Dwelling there … . Whatever you are feeling … Or whatever difficulties your are experiencing … You are not alone … There is a big, decent Being inside You …

Be invited … Descend and Discover … 🙂

Splinter of Wisdom

Finally Free of the Need to Drink Coffee – My Body and Mind Rejoice in This Choice

It was not a free choice of my will to get used to the drinking of coffee. I was twelve years and my parents convinced me that the drinking of coffee was an act which would prevent later a situation of social isolation. Because everyone is drinking coffee …

I remember very well my first gulps of coffee. The coffee in my cup was mixed with lots of milk and sugar, to soften the bitter taste of the black liquid. But even than my first nips of coffee were disgusting. I felt deep inside that I really did not want this. But I persisted, remembering the words of my parents about the threat of rejection by others.

And after 31 years of drinking coffee – the last years totally black fluid, to prevent me of getting too high doses of sugar – I have finally stopped this practice.

And yes I have felt it the first days. I was experiencing light withdrawal symptoms. I had for some days a very light headache. I felt lethargic – I was yawning more – and I had also moments of heavy sweating. And sitting behind my computer there was the desire of my mind: I really wanted to drink coffee …

And still I am sometimes missing my coffee breaks. Or the cozy moments that I am drinking a cup of coffee in a cafe and eating than also a nice cake or a piece of an apple pie. With of course a big blob of whipped cream on top of it 🙂

But the benefits for me are far more present:

My body is since August the 8th freed from the permanent feeling of stress and activation. My muscles are not anymore feeling that tight and tense. And my will is rejoicing that I am free of an – socially accepted – addiction.

Overall: I really want to be free of whatever form of binding and sneaking influence that in the long term can make me more mortal than I really like to be … 🙂

– Splinter of Wisdom

It is Holiday – I Am Also Than Present – Contact: present@splinterofwisdom.eu

It is holiday for my kids. Six weeks of asking their father: ‘What will we do today?’ So I have chosen to take a break. Since October 2018 I have written 50 posts at this website (not to mention the pages of the Menu of this website).

I have sown the field. I have thrown the net at the other side of the boat. Will there be a rich yield?

During this holiday time I will be also present for you. Via the e-mail address present@splinterofwisdom.eu or via the contact form of this website: Click here.  I am checking the mailbox regularly.

You can find me also at Twitter, LinkedIn and Facebook.

For an overview of my articles:

For a review of the nineteen Quotes of the Day which started on 1 July 2019:

Rome Needs A Power Pope To End Poverty, Graffiti, Garbage and Broken Streets

The remnants of big, old structures are very visible in the streets of Rome. Everywhere the history of the Roman Empire is still present. Amidst the old stones and exuberant monuments there are many tourists walking. Recognizable by the various flags of the guides which stick out head and shoulder. The walking humans seem to be in trance. Everyone is devout looking at his mobile phone like if it was a holy book. It is really a striking sight: Crowded streets, nearly no interaction between people and still everyone is doing the same thing: Holding like modern Moses the tablets in their hands.

Travelling by bus we got a first impression of the ‘strange’ city. What my wife and I did see was discomforting. We saw a lot of graffiti, overloaded garbage containters and  homeless people sleeping at benches. Also many (illegal?) African immigrants were selling bottles with water or umbrellas to protect us against the scorching sun.

There was so much rubbish on the broken streets. And also the Romans were rude. When we were dining in the restaurants the waitresses were stressed and reacting curtly. And also the man behind the cash desk in the supermarket was not paying any attention. Another woman in a souvenir shop at the airport was taking 20 cents more than the price of the chocolate surprise eggs.

You can say ‘It is just 20 cents, so what is your problem?’, and you are right, but I felt for one moment robbed …

And how we sought to find really good restaurants, but we could not find any of these. And where we finally dined it was a disappointing experience. We had to pay high prices for the microwave warmed pasta. The salmon sauce did not contain parts of salmon and there were no vegetables at all. And to top it all: The  appetizer – bread without butter – did arrive together with our meals. We expected a sophisticated cooking culture, but we felt embarrassed about what was happening before our eyes.

The Romans are struggling to survive

Looking at the faces of the Romans in the busses we sensed a lot of stress, sadness, frustration and pain. Very much pain. All this people had the appearance whether they were struggling to survive. It was for us a huge contrast: The lost glorly of an Empire, the hoarded treasures in the museums and the people themselves which are living amidst this wealth in great poverty and misery.

And in this ‘rotten’ city and amidst the broken people there is a super rich compound. Surrounded by big walls and decorated guards: Vatican City. At the throne there is sitting an old man in spotless white cloathes, accompanied by clergy who are walking in expensive clothes. And those well paid men are asking old women, widows and other Romans to pay their contributions to the Church of leading billionaires.

Those men who preach purity and generosity are themselves living in an environment filled with dark secrets and stinginess. Are those men aware of the daily struggles of their neighbours? Are they caring? Do they want to be concerned about what their fellow people are experiencing? Or are the walls of Vatican City too high? Too old? Is the life inside the ‘palace’ too much inviting to forget that there is a disturbing, screaming and shocking poverty outside?

Rome does not need a pope for moral issues. Not an unmarried male who is lacking empathy and who is condemning the use of condoms. The city needs desperately a powerful pope who is transferring money and masterminds to the slums. Cardinals who won’t anymore be leading church services, but who will take the lead to clean the city and to combat the poverty, the dirt, the corruption and the rooted criminality.

Why should the mafia be dominating the waste processing companies? Why is the Church not clothing and feeding the homeless people? Why are they not providing work for the African immigrants and why don’t they repair the asphalt of the streets? Someone or some organisation has to do it.  

When the city authorities don’t have the money or the will to provide the welfare for the people there should be an opportunity for the Vatican to start the sharing of the hoarded wealth and to sell it and to give the output of it freely away.

Let clergy and homeless people eat together

When I am visualizing the possibilities for this city I do see big signs and billboards in Rome: ‘Work in progress’. And on it also smaller subtexts: ‘Thanks to our pope’. And of course there will be than a big photo of a smiling and approving father figure 🙂

I see long tables where clergy and homeless people are eating together, sharing their bread.

I see top quality restaurants starting their businesses in Rome and giving away the leftovers to this foodplaces.

I fantasize about big Dutch companies which will organize the process to collect the garbage from the streets, to empty the overloaded vessels and to remove the refuse to the incinerators.

I see big shovels and excavators restructuring the city. I see that broom wagons are sweeping the streets. That graffiti will be forcefully removed and that the roads will be asphalted. And that there will be created underground bins, like in my birth city of Rotterdam.

Daily living can be at such ‘higher’ levels of quality and comfort. But it requires a radical redistributing of the abundant (and antique) resources of the forefathers and -mothers 🙂

Let the money flow in big rivers to real alife humans of flesh and blood instead to the restoration of dead stones which are laying useless already for more than 2000 years !  

White Clouds Reflect In An Oval of Intense Blue The Wingspan of My Floating Brains

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 … 🙂

Reconciliation of the Generations – How I Finally Learned to Love My Faithful Father

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 … 🙂

Summary – The Sum of All Things

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: