The transcendence
is illusory,
it trances
intellectually
the abstract
it lies in ambush
to seduce you,
to lead you away
from the path of the One,
it minds you apart
from your body
Self-Realisation
is illusory
because
nothing has to be realised
don`t enter to that  game
that promises
the growing of your personality and
the fulfillment of your wishes
because you have
to loose
yourself
and not gain
yourself
To be real is only the work of grace:
it is just the power of grace that allows 
your way to reach the blissful perception of the endless space in your body`s
hearth
you are simply creature, nothing more.
Learn to die in life, like the leaves fall down to earth:
it is just your breathing
that ascends to the blue of the sky.
Find this very humble,
little truth,
that arises from the nowhere,
spontaneously,
like the first sun rays
shining
before dawn of day
 
 

 

Looking for a window
I find my space
around me.
Inside me.
Outside me.
Inspiring.
Exspiring.
It `s measure is not the dimension of lenght or depht
No. It `s expression is the quality of body movement
Within and
without the turbulence of thoughts and emotions.
The empty room.
Looking for a door
I enter into the ocean of my breathing.
There ist the wave, the big wave:
Full darkness and highness.
The more I fall the more I ascend.
I ? Who am I ?
I-ness, emptiness.
Hearing the movement I finally can open my eyes.
Floating like the feather of a bird,
flying away
 through the shadows
 of endless, formless bodies.
I feel the contact now.
There is a center of gravitation.
Beneath the feet, beyond of the awareness of space.
At the right.
At the left.
Up.
Down.
Looking for the ground
I find the door.
The neck will be thrown now backwards.
I follow the movement but it almost breaks
my spine.
North.
Death.
Life.
Inspire.
Exspire.
South.
The eyes are now opened.
I  am now able to penetre into the palpitation of my body veins and vessels.
I find my window
outside myself.
In my body.
West.
Desintegration.
The right side.
The body moves by itself.
Breathbody.
I can dance now.
East.
Grounding myself I `m definitly loose  in the endless ocean of  space.
Waving me.
Floating.
Descending to the high.
Ascending to the depht.
The sound is near.
It grows dispersing light.
I feel now the great dark of  light
And the light of the darkness.
There is no difference
Between the space
Outside
Inside
Outsight
Insight.
The formless has a kind of shape.
Evanescent.
Radiating the feeling of warmth.
Life:
Oneness in the two.
Duality in the one.
The big game.
Waving me
I recognize the interspace
as my home.
The dance is coming to the end.
The begiining of a new birth.
I bow now to
The North.
To the West.
To the South.
To the East.
To the mighty Four.
My Lord.
My Father.
My Mother.

Amen
 
.

Great bear
in the west,
wake up!
Show your strenght and claws to protect
your law
and universal order
don ´t forget
the child
in the
clouds.
The
virgin.
She is still waiting.
Time now is coming
for your
majesty
and
glory.
Show your power
to the lost mankind.

 
Because they presume to know everything about
the invisible truth
their  followers walk
into the trap
intelectually
emotionaly
they play
with fabulous pictures  and words
that  indulge the mind of their hearers
the logical chians of their arguments
obscure the inner sense
for the real
hidden power
of discrimination:
to see beyond the apparently obvious
and  perceive the images of the soul:
inconspicuous,
small, 
simple, 
not spectacular
usually
unexpected
coincided
with the opened
hearth.
Don`t follow those guys
The many so-called gurus,
the prominent philosophers,
the pharisees of new age phantasies.
Their paradigms are old
wine in new wineskins
The subtle way opens by itself
like the seed
of the mustard tree.
It  grows in the dark,
in the womb of mother earth
and ignite itself
thirsting for the light.
It `s way is to break through
the hull that covers
the awakened
inner
substance: Evagination
a process
beyond
the common words
and pictures.of your safe world.
Breaking through the hull
your eyes will begin suddenly to see
and your hears will begin finally to hear.
Be the work of the intrinsic grace
that allows you to draw your breath;
so be humble,
be small
and take very good care of the pearl in your hearth.
Look how the birds of the heaven
take a rest in the high twigs of
the mustard tree.

The basis
of consciousness
is movement.
Ground
yourself
get
moving.
The dancer
does `nt see
but he keeps
his eyes
open.
I decide
myself
to
move in sightlessness
perceiving
the space
around me
over me
beneath me.
The patterns of
the seeing world
are the
obstacles
impeding
my hearing vision.
You see always
(without knowing it)
the sound of the words-
Can you really hear them ?
Hearing without seeing
is a good way
the silence now can vibrate
in my body:
Silence of movement
Silence of pure
awareness
moving
grounding
the
breathing
in its center
basis
of
consciousness.
My friend,
look at
the dance of
the blindmann
in the
endless space.
Do you hear him now ?
If you don`t do it
so please
close
your eyes
and be
aware
of his
movements
in
your hearth.
They tell you my simply truth.
God bless you.

 

The second coming


The thief
In the night
He moves like a shadow
in the dark
his silence
awakes
the north
will be the east,
the east
will be the south,
the south
will be the west
and
the west
will bet he north.
Look, the stars they are still shining
in the daylight,
the earth breaks the old route
shaking,
twisting
its axis
the days will be shorter
the rotation will be quicker
the reversal begins
we are coming back
again
to the trembling center
of the beginnings
expansion comes
now
to the end
the thief
in the night
he shines like the light
of the sun
through the surprising clouds
when your eyes
learn to see
in the dark,
in the silence
of  the earth

the corrosive process
can begin
I keep my eyes closed
to see in the dark of the coffin
there is no moving
of the chest
any more
I try to close
my hears
to hear
the owl
druming
of  heart`s pulsation
decreasing
the silence weights hard
it`s the day of saturn,
the black one,
he comes
to bring me down to his land
under the forbidden garden
his elevator
cage
leads me
to the
sleeping water
of the under world
the old gods 
are transformed
into stones
I see the
naked tree
with the
old snake
There is no breath
in saturn`s world
only the deep sleep
of the dreaming stone
I am his child
for that
saturn has to eat me:
This is the mystery of
the plumb,
body`s centre of gravity.
My tongue
is dry
but I don`t feel thirst
in this hollow,
mummified body;
the guard
alerted me once,
as I was climbing up the stairs
but at that moment I only felt
I had to go through
the shadows
feeling
the mighty wind
in my face.
With the sword at my right side
I have
to cut
the snake in pieces
and to drink
the wine at my left side
the iron performs
his work in my blood
deterioration
of the redundant
slag.
The earth quakes.
I can awake now
and emerge
from the enclosed hollow
the breathing substance
it shines
all over my body.
I `m coming home.
Now.

 

"In this world, those who put on garments are better than the garments. In the Kingdom of Heaven, the garments are better than those that put them on."

(The gospel of philip)


Sorry, my friend
there is no re-incarnation
of your soul
of the subject
you are meaning
to be
you have just to live
now
this precious moment
this life
this body
The problem is:
you are not really embodied,
if you don`t incarnate soon
your body has to be incarnated
from another subject,
another “I am“-speaker
- not you -
again and again
till the game is over.
The goal of re-incarnation is to assume the 
body, the flesh you were not able to be before:
you can it call "ressurrection of the flesh"
or "achievement of the garment"
You can loose that chance, that body
for ever.
After death
you keep belonging to the myriad of those lost souls
who continue to seek and to claim
for their wasted presence in
the holy temple
because
they simply just did`nt know this truth.
Their pain and anguish clangors in the deep
in the abyss
The embodiement of your body
needs the very weighty process of body`s awareness
that is living
and breathing
the true consciousness
that reveals the hidden codices,
the hidden signature
of the holy
in your body.
If you have lost this chance in this life
your body has to be incarnated again
but 
not from your self any more,
it will need someone else that
re-cognises  again its holy mystery.
You are living the past life
of your ancestors,
perhaps the last life
of your grandfather or grandmother,
the lost life of your mother
or father...
this is a rule of body`s life;
you have to free this hidden truth
climbing down
to the gravity
in your body.
Be grounded.
Don`t believe in
the karma story of the imortal life
of your self
because
it is not you,
your person
that will survive the death
only the
hidden spiritual life
in your physical, material body
can really ascend
to the heavens
requesting to
it`s immortality
You are only
the vehicle for
this holy aim,
not the vice-versa.
The good message is:
If you free
the hidden life,
the holy
breath
in your body
will also free
the past life
of your ancestors
in your present
body
Be happy:
Get
embodiment
Now.
 

The wise men
they know everything
they tell us
the real things about life and death
so logical
so eloquent
I don`t know anything
I can not tell you
nothing
about life and death
when I try to do it
the words
don`t follow my thoughts
and
my mind
feels
confused
because
the truth 
is devoid of logic
it is
just
incidental
in its way of expression.
The wise men
they write about their
ideas, key concepts
concerning death and life
in many books
they describe
all things of the world
and of the universe
in a very objectify way
but I am not able
to commit to paper
what I see
and I hear
when I am one
with the wings
of my breath
and the drumming
of my blood
I can only feel
the "way of the path"
as the One
that shares with me
my life
my thoughts
my passions
the One
that loves me
as my true father
and as my true mother:
"Aba"
"Ama"
The presence of my Lord,
my Lady,
shows me the secrets
of life and death
in the silence
in the absence
of words
and thoughts
the wise men
they know everything about
life and death
they speak to you
with the most wonderful words
but I can only stammer
the simple-hearted
truth
without any great ideas
without  any great concepts:
be the son
be the daughter
of the One.
Follow
the path
doing your first step.
Now.



 





 

From
vanautu
through
kepulauan,
southern xinjiang,
lebanon
and the
central turkey
to the cape st. Vincent ridge
the breaking line,
earth`s convulsion
changing over
the subtle physiological
streams
under its surface
beneath
our skin
Be aware 
of the
crossover,
that began
with the
huge, blustering waves
of the indian ocean
Do you feel it ?