Limitless imagination

What to expect? Expect no expectations whatsoever. I simply like to write stories. Read them and read them again. Whatever you read here is a work of fiction, with the possibility of finding your own truth. Whether these stories are based on my own experience, you shall never know. Knowing this, or wondering about it is a possibility, but not the purpose of these stories. These stories were written for the simple joy of creating them.


March 08, 2021

The entanglement of human relations

Once upon a time there was a woman, who lived in a remote village. A woman unlike any other that has ever lived in such a place. She lived her life in happiness, when she was happy. When she was sad, she was happy to live her life in sadness. Both seemed equal to her, as 'both form life', she thought. Only the people she lived with did not understand this. As they knew how happy this woman could be and how much love she could give, they could not understand that someone like this wasn't always happy. 'She is too extreme', they said and started talking behind her back. Stories started to develop and people were wondering, if she might do something unexpected one day and hurt herself. 'Somebody this unstable is not trustworthy', they were muttering and their hearts started to fill with fear. The woman did not know anything of this and continued to live her life in a respectful way. When she was sad, she considered the other people and kept to herself, as not to spread the sadness to others. When she was happy, she engaged in conversations and listened to the stories of everyone. One day however, the people of the town gathered in unison to talk to the woman. The fear for her safety had grown so much, that they needed to address the woman's lack of stability. So they confronted her one morning and asked her if everything was fine, or if she needed help. It was not a particularly good morning for her, but as she knew how to deal with her own problems, she replied 'I'm doing fine'. She had learned already long ago, that the people in her community were happy when she was happy and sad when she was sad, but sometimes she could not help to feel sadness, so she started to always say that she was fine. The alternative would be to share all her problems with others and that would lead to even more disaster. She did so in the past and it worried everyone so much, that she stopped sharing her emotions and learned to keep them for herself. This way her sadness was hers, but with time she also learned to keep her happiness to herself. She had made the experience, that when she was happy, people sometimes tried to take it away from her, only because they were not happy themselves. When she was sad, nobody wanted her sadness somehow. So she kept both to herself, just in case. Several weeks passed after the villagers had openly asked the woman how she was doing, before they gathered once more. The woman had been very silent recently and they were even more worried by now. As she was standing there, confronted by everyone, she knew that something was off. Soon enough an elderly man started talking to her: 'We are worried about you. Sometimes you are happy and sometimes you are sad. It seems you lack stability and we are worried that one day you will harm yourself, because you life in a world of extremes'. The woman looked at the man and was speechless for just a moment. What should she reply to this? She knew that people won't understand her feelings. She had tried explaining her view of the world many times, but no-one could understand her. In the end she stopped. She thought everything was fine the way it was going. Keeping her distance and finding bliss in her own universe. Now that she was standing there confronted with the people she grew up with, she realised something very important. When you live in a community it is about the connections you have to every single one of them. She kept to herself for too long and this is how suspicion and fear started to develop. Most people in this world live their life's from moment to moment, dwelling in the future or in the past, depending on the situation. She had learned to live in the moment and let go of everything that happened and everything that might be. For a while now she was uncertain how to talk to everyone in the village, because she did not know what to say. She did not want to dwell in the past or the future and for this reason she had distanced herself from the people she used to call her family. Seeing them all gathered around her made her realise that they did not want to harm her. They wanted to help, but they did not know how, because she did not let them. All these thoughts happened in a very short period of time and after she had considered the situation she said the following words:" Thank you all for reaching out to me. I distanced myself out of fear of being rejected, but now I realise that I do not need to shut myself out. When I am happy I shall share my happiness with you. When I am sad, I shall share my sadness through an expression of happiness. I am glad that I live amongst all of you. Thank you." In this way she learned to live in the moment even when sharing her emotions with others. When you talk about your feelings, you are right there in the moment with a person you love.

March 16, 2021

The SUBway

A work of fiction, created with my mind. Words flowing freely typed with those fingers of mine. I am thankful for the chance to be creative. I am grateful for the courage to show myself to others. The following is a dialogue inspired by a TV series which I like. Which one you may guess on your own, or simply use it to be inspired yourself and start your journey. Do you have the courage to board the subway of your consciousness?

I am standing in the subway minding my own business, when I am suddenly approached by a stranger.
"Who are you and what is your purpose", somebody asks me out of the blue.
"I am me and my purpose is to be alive", I respond.
"Well how can you say that so casually and expect me to believe that you mean it? If your purpose is to be alive, then why do you sound so dead?", he phrases his follow-up question, which kind of hits the spot. I feel caught, but of course I cannot tell him that, because then he would be right. So instead I come up with something else:
"When you put it like that, there is certainly a point to it. Only I am wondering myself now, why you came and asked me this in the first place. I barely know you and you simply expect me to open up and tell you what I really think?"
To tell you the truth, his observational skills are very accurate. Only usually, nobody is that honest to a perfect stranger. I am lying to myself, only I can't admit it to him. If I were to admit that I am lying to myself, I would have to admit that I am not exactly telling the truth here. I could say now my ego won't let me, but ultimately it is my decision to lie to myself and be dishonest to others. The problem is, most people do not have the slightest idea how many people are dishonest. Not on purpose, but because they are literally incapable of realising that they are being dishonest themselves. So even though he shoved it right into my face, I simply move around like a wiggly fish and avoid his question altogether. Searching for reasons to not answer truthfully, so I don't have to admit to myself that I am lying. Lying to myself, to him and to everyone else.
"I am simply suggesting here that there might be a certain sense of freedom in admitting to yourself that you are being completely irrational and dishonest to somebody you do not know. What exactly is the point of doing that I wonder? You have never met me and there is no reason for you not to trust me or share this very unimportant piece of information with me. My point is, if we are indeed strangers, which we possibly are, since we never met before, then what is the point of being dishonest? What is the point of avoiding a direct question with a lie? Have you ever even considered the possibility of being honest right now? Or are you so in the habit of hiding your true self that you simply keep lying? For all you know I might be your next best friend, or someone who just wants you to be happy. You simply assume the worst and hide behind your own painful past instead of opening up and giving someone you just met a chance. Every stranger is an opportunity for a fresh start and a possibility to create yourself anew. You now had the perfect chance to step out of yourself and be the person you actually want to be. Someone honest and truthful. Someone who does not have to say he is fine, when he is not. When somebody asks you a direct question, is it not better to just answer it and let him deal with the response? By creating a lie you hide behind something that has no future, because when you are not honest you have to keep changing yourself in order for people to like you. Ultimately you will forget who you are and become somebody you think other people might want. Is that who you want to be? So right now I am going to be very generous. I will give you a second chance and hope that you will take this as a lesson to learn from."
He paused for a second and then...
"Who are you and what is your purpose?"


March 18, 2021

The child that forgot about heaven.

Have you ever wondered where children come from? No? Well, I did and I would like to tell you a story. A story so beautiful and sad, that you might cry. Or laugh. Or smile. A story which is perhaps designed to cause you to react to it with your true and honest emotions.

Once upon a time there lived a woman. Her name was Lily. Her beauty was so astounding and honest, that any man who cast his eyes upon her could not help but stare. It wasn't solely for the way she looked, but mostly for her heart, that her beauty was so radiant. Lily grew up in a very loving and caring environment and learned about many useful things early in life. She knew how to eat right, to comfort her stomach with delicious foods. She knew how to prepare meals that you could only dream of. She knew how to take care of her body and how to make it so that the skin would be soft and shiny and very nice indeed. Lily radiated what all women have inside of them. She radiated love, softness and strength. What most of us have forgotten nowadays is that a woman once used to be gentle and kind and that women have a very important job on this planet. Women above all are able to love. They are able to give so much love that you might wonder where all of this love is coming from. As women are miracles of heaven, of course their love also comes from heaven itself. It is a gift, so that any child born into this world may grow up in an environment of love. This specific and very fine woman knew all of this and thus she was waiting for her husband to appear. Despite what many women around her were doing, she did not engage in any intimate relationships with men. She new that her body must remain pure, for every time a man and a woman come together to celebrate love, they exchange their energies. A part of the man's energy will flow into the woman and she will be connected to him always. Now imagine having mixed your energies with many different men. That must be very confusing indeed. Gladly enough this woman knew all about this, so she was patient and learned to wait for the one man that could make her heart flutter and shine like the sun. For the sun is made of pure love and not of gas, as modern science likes us to believe. One day a man appeared at her door and requested to speak with Lily. His name was Jacob. He had seen her the previous day and her beauty had swept him away. When his eyes found Lily walking across the street, he was speechless. He had never seen someone like this. It was not the way she looked on the outside, but the way she was shining from the inside, that he was unable to think or talk or take his eyes off her. So there he was, standing in front of her house and wondering why he was even there. Despite the fact that he felt madly in love without even knowing anything about her, he knew one thing for sure: "I love this woman and I want to marry her and devote everything that I am, everything that I own and everything that I can give, to her. For she is the love of my life", or so he thought to himself. Of course his future wife did not know anything about this and neither did her aunt, who went to fetch her. When finally the time to wait was over and the door opened once more, there she was, looking at him with keen and curious eyes.

"Good day dear Sir, I hope you don't mind me asking, but do I know you?", she asked him bluntly. He stood there with his mouth half open and did not know what to say. Poor fellow. When ever you will stand in front of your soulmate, you will understand how he must have felt.
"Excuse me, Sir?", she asked once more. This seemed to bring him to his senses, for her voice was so sweet it spoke right to his heart and he remembered why he came to this house in the first place. He thought to himself that any woman who could make him feel this way, is surely worth making a fool of himself. So he once again found his courage and said:
"I'm so sorry, I must look very shifty, standing here staring at you. My name is Jacob and no, Madam, you do not know me yet, but I would like to change that if you let me. I saw you the other day walking across the street and something struck me, that I could not explain. My heart was suddenly beating very fast and I could not take my eyes of you. I have travelled far in my life, but never have I met anyone like you. I would be delighted to tell you more about myself if you would agree to join me for a walk, tomorrow at sunset".

The rest is history one might say, or maybe part of a different story. This story is not so much about the love of a man and a woman, but it is about a child. Let me just briefly tell you how it went with Lily and Jacob. After spending their first evening together, Lily already knew in her heart that this Jacob was a special man. He was different from everyone she knew and he reminded him of someone, only she could not remember ever meeting anyone like him. After many more such evenings and many conversations had passed, Jacob finally asked Lily to marry him. He had set up shop in a nearby village and was able to provide for a family. In other words, he proved his honesty and his strength to work hard for something that was precious to him. For he was a smart man and as such, he also knew that the man needs to provide for the family, as the woman will need all her strength and love to feel safe and to raise their children. After many moons had passed, Lily was about to give birth to their firstborn son. His name came to her in a dream and she had no doubt that "Gabriel" would be perfect for him. Both, mother and child were very healthy and I would love to tell you that after Gabriel was born all lived happily until the end of their days. Sadly this would not be how things went and I am sure you are already able to guess what I am about to tell you. Gabriel came into this world just fine. He knew in his very soul, which is the foundation of every living being, that he was looking forward to meeting his mother. He was already so excited to meet her while still being inside of her. Mother and child had often communicated with each other, for both remembered how to use telepathy and talked to each other without words. This is by the way a much simpler form of exchange. Words are often unable to truly convey what we would like to express to the other person.

Gabriel was a very bright soul. Very curious and very loving. Easygoing would be the right word to describe his very being. As Gabriel's soul reincarnated into his body, everything felt so warm and nice. He felt so welcome by his mothers spirit that he was overflowing with joy, knowing that one day he would meet her. He did not understand how it would work or what exactly would happen. The only thing he knew was that he was wanted and loved. This feeling of comfort and protection was more than he needed at this moment. No cold breeze and no hunger. All he knew was comfort and love. Quite the feeling to imagine isn't it? No wonder we humans crave comfort so much. You could say that this feeling of comfort and love is a present from god. As we dwell in our mothers womb, we learn to feel what it means to have everything and to just be happy. The thing to life is that in order to appreciate its richness, we also need to experience what it means to leave this comfort and learn to see the beauty in everything by being thankful for our very existence. Now it was time for Gabriel to leave his comfort bubble and enter a world that needs to be experienced.
Can you imagine how confused Gabriel was when he took his first breath? Suddenly everything was so loud and bright and simply alarming. He could not help but cry for his mother. Babies are very well aware of the energy of their mother, as they have lived so long inside of her. They can recognise their mother by her heartbeat, her smell, her touch, her voice and also by her very presence. So Gabriel knew that the person who was holding him now, could only be his mother. Time to snuggle in young man, for this woman holding you right now loves you more than you can imagine. A mothers job is to love her children, Lily knew that and she was very thankful to see her beautiful child cradled in her arms, seeking protection and comfort. There was nothing in the whole world that could have made her more happy than this very moment.

During the first 5 years of his life Gabriel grew to be a curious little boy, who discovered the world anew every day. He could ask his mother any question and she would answer him with the voice of an angel. For Lily understood that children see the world in a different way than most adults do. Children have an open mind. They do not pass judgement yet. You wonder why that is? In order to judge you need to have an opinion. When everything is new, it is hard to have an opinion on a lot of things. This is why it is good to listen to children and learn from them, because they see the world as it is and not how they would like it to be. Children are a present from heaven and they still remember how angels look like and how "pure bliss" feels like. Of course this also depends on the child and the people that surround it. In a loving and caring environment, children can prosper and grow well, like plants in a well maintained garden. Like flowers, children need love to grow and Gabriel had all the love he could wish for. His mother always found the time to listen to him and answer his questions without passing judgement. He was a very lucky boy and Lily was a very lucky mother.

As for Jacob, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He felt so blessed with his beautiful wife and his beautiful son. Sometimes he sat alone at night watching the stars and felt so happy that he could not help but cry. He did his best to provide for his family, because that is what a man must do. In order to receive such a present from heaven, a man must follow his path and provide his family with everything they need. Hard work cannot buy love of course, so his main job is be to make his wife happy, so that she can care for the children and love her husband in return. Women have a way of caring for others that is beyond anything a man can wish for. Men have the ability to work hard and earn a living. Now you are probably thinking "what an old-school thing to say", right? Maybe it seems that way from today's perspective, but when both man and woman work, then who can pass on their love and knowledge to the children? That said, get out of my story and let me finish!

Where was I? Right. Everything was going well and everyone was happy, but when did Gabriel forget about heaven? Well there is one thing that makes us forget about heaven more than anything. Hardship. When we are faced with difficult times and nobody is able to understand us or wants to listen to us, we tend to forget where we came from. This is what happened to Gabriel. One fateful evening, Lily and Jacob prepared to go to the next village, to attend a funeral of a distant cousin. Jacob was at the time sick with the flu and he needed to rest. So as any good parent would, Jacob and Lily asked a friend of the family to take care of Gabriel for the evening. As these things tend to happen, Jacob and Lily never returned. What exactly happened to them nobody knows and even if I knew, some things are best left unsaid. What is important for this story, is that Gabriel never saw them again. No goodbye, no final hug, no words of comfort and no chance to realise what happened. They were just gone. Like a snowflake getting caught in the heat of a fire. How do you tell this to a 5 year old child? Poor messenger, I pity you. For Gabriel (or how his mother used to call him - Gabe) his parents were his whole world. His happiness, his grief and his comfort. Whenever he felt sad he could talk to them and they would simply love him like only a parent can and he would be fine again. Tell me, how would you bring him this message? How can anyone in the world understand how it must feel for him? Everything you knew since you were born is suddenly different. With one sentence his whole world suddenly changed.

"Gabe? There is something that I need to tell you. Your parents did not return from the funeral. We believe they are dead."
Is this something you say to a 5 year old boy? I wouldn't know, for luckily I never had to, but just try to imagine the pain and the sorrow that he must have felt when he heard those dreadful words. A heart breaking a thousand times might describe the feeling that Gabe felt in this moment. I believe it could have been fine if he would have been lucky afterwards. If there would have been an aunt or an uncle or somebody else who was able to love him like his mother did. To just love him for the beautiful child that he was, with all his thoughts, beliefs and feelings. Not everyone is as understanding as your own parents, however. Gabe was a special child and being brought up by Lily he never had to hide his thoughts, or the way he saw the world. For Jacob, Lily and Gabe the world was full of wonder and beauty. They were able to see beauty in a grain of sand. Can you see the beauty of creation in a grain of sand? Can you see the beauty of creation in a fingernail? Can you see it when you sit on the toilet? They could and it was beautiful. Gabe soon came to realise that not everyone was like them. Some people only see pain and suffering. You could tell them about beauty and they would still find something ugly in there. You could point to an oasis and try to make them see how perfect the whole scenery is. An oasis would not be an oasis without the deadly desert surrounding it. An oasis is a paradise, where everything you need is available, surrounded by a world of suffering, heat and deadly venomous animals. Possible starvation awaits anyone who leaves the oasis. Still, there is beauty in the desert and there is beauty in an oasis. You could say they are both metaphors for life. Do you live in an oasis or in the desert? Wherever you live, can you see beauty? Do you believe the desert is ugly to a serpent or a Bedouin? I think not. If there is one person alive who can see beauty in something, there is beauty there. You only need to know where and how to look.

What followed now were hard years for Gabe. He needed to leave his home village, because nobody was willing to care for him there. His family was always considered a bit odd and most people were concerned with their own families and children. So Gabe moved to his uncle in the next village. Here life was very different from what he knew. His uncle was a hard man. Unlike Gabe, Uncle Peter did not grow up with a loving mother. He was beaten a lot by his parents when he was a child and yelled at for every noise he made. Uncle Peter certainly did not see the beauty of life. Gabe often wondered if Uncle Peter knew what beauty was in the first place. Luckily Uncle Peter was not a violent man, so despite his lack of emotion he never harmed Gabe physically. at the age of 7 Gabe was sent to school. Whatever anyone said about the necessity of going to school, he felt that it was a dreadful place. Sitting all day long on a chair and repeating whatever the teacher said to you. In the beginning, Gabe tried to be happy and active like he used to be with his parents. He tried to make everyone laugh by drawing the attention of the class. Falling from chairs on purpose and making jokes. Only he learned quick enough that this kind of behaviour is not wanted or tolerated in a school. After he was first punished with cleaning services and later with the cane, he soon learned to behave and became very quiet. His Uncle Peter did not make things better for him. At first Gabe, who despite the loss of his family did not loose his positivity, tried to warm up to his uncle. He soon learned that there was no room for positivity and cheerfulness at his new home. Whenever Gabe wanted to play and made some noise, his uncle sent him to his room. Although Gabe was trying his best to be happy, it is not easy, when everyone around you is trying to make you sad. Not with words, but with their actions. Children learn what is right and wrong through the way they are loved. When a child does something and his parents use violence to punish it, a child does not feel loved. In this way children learn how to "behave", by doing things that will make other people love them. Gabe now learned that everything he did was wrong. He wanted to make people happy, but that too was wrong. Nobody wanted to be happy it seemed, so they destroyed the one thing that could have shown them the way to happiness. When you are being called strange, weird and crazy too many times you start to believe that you are all of that. Surely, all these many people cannot be wrong? Something must be terribly wrong with you when everyone thinks so. This is how the world works nowadays. When you have something that others do not have themselves, they either take it away from you or they destroy it. Do you see yourself in this story? Can you understand how Gabe felt? He became a very quiet child from then on. The lively and loving boy who liked to make people laugh was now invisible. For when nobody can see you, you cannot do anything wrong. His own cloak of invisibility made form the fabric of silence. I can feel what Gabe felt, because I have felt it too. In a way the story of Gabe is my own story and the story of many children I never met. I know that it makes me sad to write about this, but it also makes me realise something else. Gabe's story is not over yet and neither is mine. When everyone pushes you into a corner and wants you to believe that you are weird or sick or simply just wrong, then you can submit to them and become very depressed. Or you start to fight against these believes. You begin to rebel against the masks that people are wearing. You start speaking the truth and begin to seek out the people that think exactly like you do. Do you wish to know how Gabe's story continued?

Gabe was quiet for a long time. He was so quiet that people did not even remember he existed. He became a shadow of his former self and everyone believed that this is the way he is. This quiet cute little kid. They remembered his former strangeness only fondly, because now he was just quiet. "Finally he fits in", is what they would think. When Gabe became a teenager he did not even remember how it was to be different. He was who he was. Silent. Quiet. Invisible. His opinion was not important and he rather said nothing than to say something wrong. Sometimes he had to answer, because he was asked a direct question. His standard response was "I don't know". The easiest thing to do is to avoid speaking your mind and people will start to leave you alone at one point. Would you rather live a lie then to be yourself? Saying nothing means you do not have to lie. Hiding for such a long time still makes you desperate for love though. You want to be liked and you want to be loved. You want to be accepted and appreciated. You want to be embraced and you want to be touched by someone. Only nobody ever does that, because they don't know how and you don't know how to say that you need a hug so much that it hurts. Whenever Gabe met someone he liked, he became the person the other one wanted. He learned to hide his true self, because he learned that he was not the way he should be. So he fulfilled the needs of others, hoping to please them. Only this kind of behaviour does not go well for long. When he met his first love he was quite happy to have found someone he could finally touch and hug and love. He was so happy that it must have been overwhelming. When you are someone who is able to love, you want to shower your partner with love and not hold back. Only for most people it is too much at once. They are not able to accept this kind of love, because they are not able to see the beauty of it. So every relationship that Gabe went through ended. It wasn't his fault, but his girlfriends always found things that he did wrong. He snored too much. He did not clean this or he did not close that. Meaningless things that are simply human. So they pushed him away, because they were not able to see his beauty. After having lived a life of ups and downs and struggling to find someone who was able to just love him for who he was, he realised that it wasn't possible. Gabe realised that people are unable to love and therefore he needed to learn how to love himself. He lived for such a long time in the dark and waited for somebody to love him, that her forgot about the love inside of him. He forgot that nobody needs to give him love, for he always carries it with him. He forgot that he can share love when he wants to and he forgot that he is at all times loved by his parents. He forgot the love of his mother Lily and his father Jacob. He forgot about love and he forgot about heaven. He forgot about his heavenly father and his earthly mother. He forgot where he came from and he forgot where he will return. Now let us explore briefly how he started to remember...

Do you remember how I told you that hardship is the one thing that makes us forget about the beauty of life? Well, Gabe endured many years of hardship and suffering. When you forget who you are and where you come from, when you forget to love and what it means to be loved in return, you suffer. When all this pain comes from forgetting, then wouldn't remembering help Gabe to realise who he was? The thing with hardship is that on the one hand it can bring you pain, but on the other hand there is beauty and love. When you flip a coin it can land on either side, there is no way to choose right? Right? What if I told you that you can choose? When you flip a coin and it turns out to be the painful side, don't you think it is possible to see the beauty in it? After all it is the very same coin. When Gabe grew up, just before his parents vanished he learned what love is and what it means to have everything you need. As he grew older he learned what pain is and what it means to be rejected. What do you take as a point of reference? What happens to a coin when you erase one side? Then you have half a coin you could say. The coin is not complete any more. When you take this coin as a metaphor for life, then all the ups and downs, the beauty and the pain, they are all part of the same coin. Sometimes we spend too much time on one side of the coin and only see the beauty. Then we trip and terrible things happen to us and we only see the pain. Why not remember the beauty and look at the pain as a reminder that we should be thankful for all the positive things we were able to experience? To remember the beauty of life, is in a way a choice. Only we cannot do so unless we are ready for it. To prepare ourselves and to make it easier to remember we need to collect as many positive experiences as we can. We need to leave our comfort zone and challenge our fear. When we have the courage to take the coin into our hand and look at both sides equally, we hold the key to the beauty of life in our hands. This is what Gabe did. He collected so many beautiful experiences that he remembered where he came from. He remembered the love of his parents. He remembered heaven. Now let me ask you a question? What is your story and can you see the beauty in it? Can you flip the coin?


August 10, 2021

Fearful Planet - The Story to the podcast series

Hi. My name is Dave and I would like to tell you something about my life. I am not quite sure where to start, but as any good story it should probably start at a very important point of my life: The day I lost my virginity. Wait! What? That's actually not what I wanted to say....

Let's try this another time. Beginnings were never my favourite as opposed to endings, maybe this is why I am writing to you now. I feel like I am at the end of something. The end of my patience maybe? The end of my wits? Or maybe the end of my life. To be honest it is hard to say at what end exactly I am at the moment, for there are a lot of things that are ready to end. The current situation of the world is quite strange. Maybe not from your perspective, but from mine it surely is. When I was in school, back in the old days, I used to read dystopian novels. Or rather had to read them, which I did not always do. Have you ever read 'Brave New World'? Quite an interesting piece of literature if you ask me, which most people don't seem to do. Reading it during my childhood was a bit confusing to be honest. No child at that age really understands what is going on. I read it a second time when I was about 2 decades older and found that it was very intriguing to me. Scary, but also very true. The funny thing is that when you are reading a dystopian novel, you do not actually think that your life is like this. You read it and mumble to yourself that whoever lives in that world must be awfully sad or frustrated. These types of novels give you a sense of "Thank god I am not one of them", or "I am so glad that I live today".

Let me tell you something. Please listen to what I have to say. I am being serious here. We are now writing the year 2055. What happened in my lifetime is something that you should know about and that you should learn from. I deeply encourage you to look at what is happening in your society right now and ask yourself if it is possible that something similar is going to happen to you....

In the early twenties we got word of a pandemic. A global virus that was supposed to kill everyone, unless we started listening to the government and doing as they said. At first it was mainly the masks, then came several lock-downs. Everyone around me was panicking and out of fear they stayed at home. I quickly realised who the friends were that I wanted to spend more time with. I could sit here now and say to every one of them "I told you so!" But I don't want to be such a smart-ass. Only: I told you so. Well what did I try to say? Right: As this so-called Virus was approaching I already had a sense of foreboding, that whatever they made it out to be, wasn't exactly what it truly was. When these things were happening I was reminded of a movie I had once watched, "V for Vendetta", which more or less depicted what was happening on the whole world and in my own country during that time - and is still continuing. I tried to talk to people about my concerns, but the majority was so deceived by the governments propaganda that the only thing I received was anger. Anger, disbelieve and frustration are strong signs for fear. Fear. The driver of humanity. You think stuff is looking bad now? Try 2055. Let me tell you what happened.

It was a lovely morning in spring and.....well that is not what happened. Well it did happen, but it is not what happened to me and also a bit fine-scaled for this kind of story. Let me bring this all into a broader picture. Hi, I am Dave and this is my story. The end...

Still there? Well then you really must be interested in what happened and I feel ready to continue. It happened like I pictured it and how I saw it coming. My own dystopian novel became a reality. I write these lines from a hidden place. It is of course so hidden, that I almost forgot where it is and I will certainly not try to remember it for the sake of this story. Important is that I am hiding. Do you remember how it was to play hide and seek when you were a child? I do. I am playing it still. Sometimes your hiding place was so good that nobody would find you right? The thing is that if nobody finds you, they might either have given up or they are still searching. So what to do? Come out of your cave to see whether it is safe, or stay hidden to score a win. Whatever you do you are in a nervous state of "am I going to be discovered or have they forgotten about me". I feel a bit like this, all the time. So these words might well be the most insane account of anything going on, or plain truth. I know from some secure resources that the situation is still hectic, but I haven't checked myself out of fear. That is the crazy part. The reason I was hiding in the first place was that the fear governments were spreading scared me and I hid. I became so afraid of what they were trying to do that the only way out was a way in. In where? Into hiding actually. Well, what a giveaway!

Back to what actually happened. Everything went nuts. After about a year of announcing the pandemic people were made belief that the only viable solution was a vaccination. The holy grail, so to speak, for anyone who was willing to survive. The problem was that the way this was schemed and the companies that advertised the vaccine weren't really reliable. One of them owned a large technological cooperation that was known to advertise and administer vaccines in 3rd world countries. Dozens of villages became infertile due to these vaccinations. What did they do? They moved on to the next poorly developed country and did the same thing. The problem was, that all this information seemed too far fetched for most people. Word like "conspiracy theory" and "lateral thinker" or "Querdenker" were used to denunciate people who even mentioned these kinds of things. Whatever you did, you were not allowed to question what was going on. Whenever you asked questions about the validity of the pandemic people got angry. Me being a writer started to produce novels and tried to talk about this topic, but nobody - except for other so-called "conspiracy theorists" listened to what I said. I am speaking to you now, because you might do better than me. You might have the wits and the know-how to change something and not stand quietly while the government takes away your freedom. Although there were a lot of concerns previously on data collection, these seemed to no longer exist in the face of the so-called pandemic. Wherever you wanted to go you either needed the vaccination or a test to verify that you were not infected with this "deadly" virus. I can tell you already that it later turned out to be fake, only at that point the governments were already past the point of peaceful negotiation. They had already caused so much damage that they were not able to hide from their lies and deceptions any more. So as most people to who are pointed out as the culprit: they defend themselves. The politicians tried desperately to hide the truth and cover up their crimes against free will and humanity. I would not still be hiding if my world wasn't a dystopia, so you might imagine what happened already on your own...

They used force. When a large number of people stood up to free themselves, the government used unprecedented force to push them back and destroy the riot. It wasn't even a violent riot, it was peaceful. Huge organisations however like to play dirty and user their power and wealth to manipulate and buy humans. So they had people hiding in the riot that suddenly started shooting at the police. The police and the military were then ordered to kill as many people as possible. There were more than 3 billion people worldwide estimated that day, who demonstrated simultaneously. Most of them were killed and the rest was imprisoned or went into hiding like myself. This all might seem a bit far out to you. Preposterous! An outrage! Liar! Are some of the things you are thinking. Most people that were to read this story would not understand the connection to their current situation, even if the same thing was happening to them. How can you lean back and what as people are being separated into "vaccinated" and "not-vaccinated"? Can you not make the connection to world war 2? Discrimination made righteous through solidarity. If you are not with us then you are against us and need to face the consequences. This is how it started. People at one point were no longer allowed to leave the house without a vaccination. Anyone who started talking about the immune system was cast out by his so called friends. Freedom of speech is nothing that can be taken away from you. When you live in a society where there are certain things that cannot be said, then you live in a society where freedom of speech does not exist. This is all I have to say. Pay attention to what is going on and do not close your eyes to what is going on. Governments know how to get what they want so humanity needs to be able to see through their schemes and build a better world. I believe in you.


August 19, 2021

Disciplined beyond belief

One day I would be an old man, filled with joy. All the things I had lived through would amount to one hell of an experience. How did I know that? I just did. Looking back now I realise that everything I had ever wanted came true. Everything I had ever dreamed of became an actual reality. The only way of telling you how I achieved my lives goal would be to tell you the story of my life. Rather than blabbering on with an old man's voice, I would like to give you my younger self as a narrator. He was so much more energised and inspiring than this old fool already bothering you with his creaking voice. Let's see, where do I start? Ah yes, this is me at the age of 25. I had just finished university and couldn't wait to do something important with my life. This is the story of Brian...

I was standing on a very thin line, roughly two meters in the air. My focus was at a point in the distance. I felt a thought coming up about my open job application and I could feel my concentration and my balance failing me. Cat-like I landed on the ground. Despite my frustration of not managing to walk back and forth on my slack-line like a squirrel, I allowed myself to feel pleased in the way that I managed to fall and land. An image of myself flashed up right in front of my inner eye, with me lying on my back at the same spot a few months back. A dog had come running towards me while I was on the line and it disturbed me so much, not knowing where it was, that I simply fell out of the sky and onto my back. I was glad to see the progress I made. This one time really taught me to stay focused on what I was doing, even while falling. I learned to trust my body and not hurt myself any more. Of course this change did not happen overnight. It took me years of training to do this. It wasn't simply about reading stuff about slack-lining, but more about training your body to act automatically. The more your muscles, tendons and physique get aligned with what you are trying to accomplish, the easier it will become. I wish the rest of my life would be as successful as my workout. I just graduated from university with a degree in marketing. Only here I am slack-lining instead of doing what I ought to do, which is applying for jobs. One would have thought that after graduating I would be looking forward to working and earning money. Only that isn't the case at all. What I feel like is doing what I want. Only what do I want? I want freedom. I want to relax and I want to live a happy life. Right now when I try to do something that makes me feel happy, I feel bad instead. Not because it isn't what makes me happy, no I love slack-lining. The problem is that every time I do something fun I feel bad, because I have this nagging feeling I should be doing something else instead. Only what I do not know. Is it myself that feels this way or is it an expectation thrust upon me by the whole world, especially my parents. What is all this nonsense about responsibility? Why can't I live in an adventure story and do awesome stuff all the time. Instead of doing something which would bring home some money I rather do everything else. Why? Am I an idiot? Am I a good for nothing? People say I lack discipline. I don't even know what discipline is. If discipline means getting up every day and doing the same thing, then I do not want it. "You need stability in your life" they also like to say. Only looking at the people that say these things doesn't really encourage me to get any of that. Earning money until my hair falls out and my back is broken is not something I look forward to. So what to do? Slack-lining isn't really something I would like to do for a living either. I have the feeling that as soon as I would earn money with that I would not be happy any more. Almost like I would be selling my soul. So here I am feeling like on the one hand I am doing what I like and on the other like I am running away from my problems....

Ten years later:
Another monologue at the age of 35. My name is still Brian (some things never change) and here I am ten years ahead in the game. The game of life, so to speak. What is there to say really. You could say I found something that I never looked for. I had all these things that I thought I could do, while not realising that they weren't really what I wanted to do. They were just myself trying to run away from myself. Who am I really and what is my purpose in life? These are the really big questions that I started to ask myself at some point. I also realised that whichever path I was following it maybe wasn't my own path, but the path of expectation. Expectations of others make us chase false dreams and it took me a long time to disentangle myself from those expectations. Within 10 years I learned so much about myself and I also learned about discipline. In my younger days, fresh out of uni, I simply hated the word discipline already. From someone who loves everything spontaneous to go right away to someone who is disciplined is basically impossible, let me tell you that. So what did I do to achieve my goal? What is my goal actually? I won't tell you my goal just yet, but I will tell you what brought me closer to it. I looked at my life and tried to figure out the things that I really love. Sport, being creative and food are three very important things that I cherish in my life. Oh and of course: sleeping. I love to sleep. Being creative, doing sports and cooking are hard things on the body when you do them with passion, so your body needs to rest of course. I realised at one stage that doing it all at once would have been impossible, so I took steps to get there. First one thing and then another. Make as many experiences outside of your comfort-zone as you can and learn from them. Observe yourself and be patient. Only with patience can you reach your goal. When you are impatient you will be frustrated. See the progress you have made so far. Maybe you can do 50 push-ups yet, but at least you can do more than before. More than before, that is a kind of rhyme. You try to change everything at once? Good luck. That is where impatience will get you. Frustration-town. Angry-Village and to a place within yourself that you did not think existed. If you cannot have everything at once you will be frustrated, because you really, really, really need everything right now to be happy. What a stupid thing to think, say or believe. Telling a child to be patient is like telling a puppy to stop running around. There are so many things happening around them that are new, they cannot help but go crazy once in a while. Everything is so exciting and new and so forth. The more experiences you make the calmer you will become. You will realise that things will eventually happen, maybe not right away, but they will happen. I am now at a point in my life where I did not accomplish everything I wanted to have. I do not have my own house yet and I do not have my own camper, but I have a regular income with things I like to do. When I was younger I could never have imagined how doing what you love could create an income. Everyone in my surroundings simply works to have money. Sure, a part of me also works to have money, but there is also this other part that really loves what he is doing. I did study marketing, so I know how to create a market for something. In this case, for myself. I started to figure out what I like the most and think about how I could make money with this, while still enjoying doing it. I figured out that the only way of loving what I do for the rest of my life is doing it with passion and being consistent. Learning along the way and improving myself. To be inquisitive and to learn from others. In other words I learned to be disciplined with the stuff that I love. Discipline for me means not giving up. To really and truly master whatever you are doing and than incorporating it into your daily life. What was also important to me was doing something that I could be doing everywhere on this planet. Something I can carry with me and that does not keep me bound to a single place. I wanted to do something where my experiences could flow into and that will be appreciated. What that is is not for this story, but I am sure there is something in your life that can give you that. Thinking back on all the stuff that you loved already during your childhood and considering the possibilities of growing with these things will help you find what your goal in life can be.

Once more I jump ten years in time and speak to you from my 45 year old self. I have a house and I have a family. I have two beautiful children and I am already at this stage full with joy. I regret nothing that happened in my life and I can tell you that everything you live through is important and valuable as long as you are willing to learn from it. I gave my life a meaning, but starting to pursue my happiness and by asking these important questions. Once you start asking yourself the question of what you actually want in life the avalanche is starting to tumble down the hill. Have you ever looked at the life of a tree? No? It starts as a sapling, possibly full of insecurities. How high are the chances that the seed will even take root and start it's journey towards the sky? Very slim, I suppose. Only one in so many seeds will eventually become a tree and see what surrounds it outside of the forest. Without the other trees shading it and giving it nutrients the sapling will have a hard time growing. It needs the protection of the forest to grow big and strong. Every year the little tree will have to face the seasons and use what it can to survive. There are weak trees and strong trees of course, but there are also the outside conditions which will impact the seeds life. Maybe the seed is taking root on a substrate poor in nutrients or maybe he is taking root in a paradise? Both can be a challenge, because who knows if that paradise will last forever? Humans might come and destroy that paradise or a drought might challenge the young tree on its path to heaven. Whatever the seed starts out with, it needs to grow in order to survive and it needs to be patient. At the age of 45 I have grown into a formidable tree you could say. I have learned that the flow of time does not destroy us, but it helps us grow. Often we are told that from the age of 30 on your life will end and you will become wrinkly and old and your body will start to decay. We are told that we are at the height of our physical endurance somewhere in our twenties. These are all lies, meant to challenge ourselves. We can get angry now at society that it tells these lies, but anger is a waste of energy. You can simply see through the lie and write your own story. I started a regular practice of Yoga, sport and meditation in my early thirties and I benefited greatly from it. I am as agile as a Kudu and I feel as strong as a lion. What I can tell you from this point of my life is that it is patience you need and the belief in something beyond the power of Man.

Good day young traveller on the paths of consciousness. I speak to you once more at the age of 65. Many moons I have witnessed. I have been seasoned with the spices of life itself. What I can tell you at this stage is that when you are a seeker, you cannot help but seek. I remember a time when I was missing something. I was ever searching for this or that and I would not be satisfied until I found it. "It surely is coffee I am craving" I would think. After I drank the coffee I felt at bliss for a while, until I realised that it wasn't that. It also wasn't the banana, or the cookie. What I was seeking was love. The love of a woman, for I am a man. What man craves most beyond anything is someone to fight for. Someone to challenge himself for. Someone to protect and to be strong for. If it weren't for my wife I would never have gotten to write these lines today. My wife completed me and helped me to be strong. Always was I searching for this one thing that would make me whole. When I found her, we couldn't be together all the time and whenever she wasn't with me I felt like something was missing again. My lesson was to feel complete even when I am alone. To feel whole, because I found her. Knowing that she exists is what helped me to do what I did. My entire life I could have searched and despaired, until she found me and chose me. You probably think this sounds very simple? To feel loved in this way is simple, when you can. Can you love someone like this? True love is hard to find and I searched for a long time until I made a very important decision. I decided that I would let love come to me. I decided that I would not struggle anymore to be loved, but to be who I am and not bend myself to my own greed so that someone would come and love me. I simply did what I liked to do and at that moment the right woman came into my life and decided to love me. She decided that I would be her man. The woman chooses the man and not the other way round. When you look at nature and you observe birds, it is always the male that dances, so that the female may recognise him as her mate. It is the woman that makes a man complete. Until you have found that part in yourself that is searching, you may search. Only when you stop searching will you find. The rest happens by itself!


October 18, 2021

The Story of the Old Man

Once upon a time there was a man. An old man. Not as you imagine an old man, frail and rickety. The man in question was not a victim of the local orthodox medicine and therefore, wasn't 'treated' most of his life with unnecessary drugs, which have more side effects than benefits. NO! The man in question was a so-called 'savage'. Or, as he would probably call himself, a human being. Most of his life, this man, who was a human being, lived where he was born. In the jungle. At this point it is worth mentioning, or suggesting in a well-intentioned manner, that it is not at all relevant to the course of the story where exactly this was. In fact, as I write these lines, I ask myself how much nonsense a book can really put up with, without losing its seriousness.

Where were we? Or rather, where was I? Ah yes. The old man in the jungle:

The old man in the jungle had already seen a lot in his long life. What exactly would probably go beyond the scope of this book, not to mention the patience of the reader. Patience is actually something to linger on for a moment and to raise the question, how far you might stretch the patience of the reader in any creative work? I am drifting off again.

Relatively near the end of his life, one of the younger jungle dwellers asked him a question: 'You? Old man? Can you explain to me what fear actually is and how I can stop being afraid of fear?' This was exactly the question the boy asked the old man in the jungle.

The old man thought for a moment and then he began to speak. 'That is a question I cannot answer in a few sentences. I'll have to elaborate a bit, so make yourself comfortable, young one.'

'You are very lucky, because I have been thinking about this very question for many years. Why are we afraid of fear? In fact, I only found the answer after years of observing the milksops. It seemed to me that every time I led a group into the jungle, the participants were very nervous. I made it my business to observe this more closely and to pay attention to exactly what kind of questions they were asking or what was making them so incredibly nervous. In fact, the jungle itself, is quite a good example, which I will bring in due course.'

'First of all, though, I want to stay with the milksops, because they helped me understand fear better. Through the white man, I have learned to see fear from a completely different perspective. I am very grateful for that. Fear itself, I have come to realise, is that which is hidden. When we don't see something or feel that something is there that escapes our view, we are often afraid. However, there are other things to which fear can attach itself. For example, it is our experiences that can be a breeding ground for our fears. Before I confuse you with my explanations and you can no longer follow me, let's stay with the unknown for now. When we are in a situation where something unknown confronts us, we are nervous. This shows itself internally, through a spreading restlessness, or externally, through trembling or similar symptoms. Whenever I led a group into the jungle, there were some who were very calm and mastered every situation with flying colours. Others, on the other hand, were very upset and would jump out of their skin and flinch at the slightest noise. They were extremely tense and expected to be attacked by a jaguar at any moment. 'Why is this so?', I asked myself? My understanding is that it has to do with our childhood on the one hand, and our soul on the other.'

'Some people come into the world and are very calm, while others are constantly crying. Then there are those who sleep all day long. There are also those who can't see enough of the world and want to touch and examine everything. That's the way it is and parents who have already become parents several times can certainly confirm this. No child is like another. All are different, all are individual. This is important in order to understand that there are different perceptions for each person and that you cannot lump all people together. Nevertheless, I believe that our childhood has the strongest influence on our development and on how we deal with fear. At this point I would like to talk about experiences. Experiences cannot be conveyed through words, because you have to experience them. However, you can lay a kind of foundation for a positive experience or even a negative experience. This foundation is something we can create through knowledge. The more we know about the world that surrounds us, the better we can deal with new situations.'

'A person who knows nothing about snakes will probably be very cautious in dealing with them. He does not know how to judge them. If a person is taught a lot about snakes, he can use this knowledge in an encounter to better assess situations. This enables him to have a positive experience. This experience will accompany him throughout his life and he will be able to use what he has learned in other situations and not be afraid of new and unknown things. Now imagine that I would only tell you the scary stories of snakes. I tell you how the venom of a snake can kill you within minutes. I teach you that snakes are very scary and I only use stories where there is no good ending. So I create a very bad foundation for your first encounter with snakes. You will probably be so afraid before your first experience that you will not be able to approach the matter neutrally. However, this point of view is not a neutral position, but a distorted truth. Looking at something from only one point of view is very one-sided and creates a false picture of the world around us. It is better if I tell you the wonderful things about snakes, but also make it clear that snakes are wild animals that do not like to be touched. I can also tell you about the poison of the snake in a positive way. How sophisticated the composition is and how the snake helps to maintain the balance of the jungle. If nothing dies, then no new life can arise. Nature depends on the balance between life and death, otherwise we would eventually suffocate in living organisms. How are we to live if we cannot feed on other living things? Plants live to the same extent as animals and both need each other to exist.'

'So my first message is, that it is our knowledge, that enables us to assess a situation in advance.'

'However, knowledge that is only conveyed through stories or books, can create a false picture. We rely too much on the experiences of others and miss the opportunity to verify this knowledge. A human being is born into this world, to gain experience. By educating myself and gathering a lot of information, I can more easily have experiences and learn from them. This is possible, because experiences allow us to verify what we have learned before and to experience it with our senses. Every person perceives the world in a different way. Therefore, it is indispensable to have experiences in order to recognise life for what it is. A person who spends his life in a single room, reading books, may know a lot about the world and life. However, this knowledge is limited to theory. In practice, this person has no experience and cannot report on how it really is. Try talking about love, with a person who has never loved. This person probably has an opinion about love, but you will realise that he has no idea what he is talking about. You are too young to have felt the touch of a woman. I could tell you now how wonderful it is and how unique the feeling is, to be so close to someone. However, you will not be able to feel it until you have experienced it yourself. However, at this point I can move on to my next message, because the second message is this:'

'Our experiences allow us to validate what we have learned before and to look at our knowledge on a second, deeper level.'

'This closes the circle, because we have now experienced for ourselves what we have learned before. When we interact with our world in this way, we are in a constant learning process, because every situation is made to test our knowledge and to learn more. I have learned through the milksops that the world outside this jungle is governed by fear. The white man has access to a seemingly never-ending source of information. They call it the internet and I have been told, that it is easy to get lost in it. Many people live their lives mainly in this sea of information and withdraw from the world. It seems to me to be a double-edged sword. Anyone can read up on anything in an instant and add it to their knowledge. However, this knowledge is of no use if you don't experience it yourself.'

'Now I have talked a lot and you are probably wondering, what all this has to do with our fears? This already brings me to my third message:'

'Fears can reside in places where our gaze does not look at the whole.'

'Looking at the whole is a skill that enables us, to see a situation from different angles. I am only afraid of snakes, when I focus on the negative aspects of these animals. If I get to know them and recognise their beauty, I also learn to look at snakes in their entirety. If a person has no or only bad experiences or opinions about snakes, the only thing that will help, is to broaden this spectrum. Gaining new experiences is helpful to be able to look at what is causing the fear from a different angle and thus face the fear. Suddenly one is able to judge the situation not solely on the basis of one experience. You can now use a whole series of experiences, as well as the knowledge you have gathered, to get a picture that is very close to the truth.'

'I already said at the beginning of my story, that I would make a transition to our home, the jungle. At a first glance, the jungle is very confusing. If you look at it from the outside, you will see, that you can form an opinion about the size of the jungle, but you have no basic understanding of what the jungle actually is. Seen from the outside, it is a seemingly endless sea of leaves. Just as you cannot explore the ocean by looking at its surface. You have to dive in a bit to get a better overview. But to understand exactly what the ocean really is, it is eventually necessary to explore its deepest depths. It is the same with the jungle. If I only look at the outside, I will not learn anything about the jungle. However, if I stand at the gate of the jungle and want to enter, I notice that it probably takes me a little or even a lot of effort, to take the first step. Why is this so? When you are outside the jungle, you have a pretty good overview. You can see the trees and you can roughly estimate, how far it seems to stretch out. Once you enter the jungle, you quickly realise, how easy it is to lose track and get lost. You become aware of your vulnerability. In the jungle, there is also an interplay of light and shadow. Some places are so overgrown, that you can hardly see your hand in front of your eyes, even in broad daylight. Behind every tree there could be something unexpected or unknown. Each step could be the last. For us, who have already spent our whole lives in the jungle, this is not particularly frightening. Of course, we can still have experiences that push us to our own limits. But on the whole, little can surprise us, because we have learned to find our way through the tangle of vines, trees and shadows. We have gained experience in the jungle, that allows us to see it from many different angles. It is much the same with ourselves and our fears.'

'Quite confusing, isn't it, my young student? Imagine yourself for a moment. From the outside, you will see your skin and your hair; your hands, your smile and what is visible on the surface. As I have come to learn, the milk-faces think, that this is all there is. They think, that we are what we see in the mirror and everything that is going on inside us, is just digestive processes or something like that. In fact, it is quite different. A person is like the jungle or the ocean. If you look at it from the outside, you can estimate quite well how far it stretches. Through my shamanic training, I have learned, to dive into my innermost being. As a shaman, I have the task of exploring my darkest corners and shining light on them. This enables me to help others on their path and take them by the hand. Not everyone is so daring and dives into the jungle or the depths of the sea, voluntarily and without help. Some of us need a guide, to help us gain experience. To do this, it is essential for a shaman to first explore his own inner self. Once he has gained enough experience within himself and brought enough light into the shadows, he is able to help others to do the same. However, it is not the same with us humans, as it is with the sea or the jungle. We cannot simply dive into other people and illuminate them from within. Exploring a single ocean can take more than a human lifetime. If we try to explore the depths of other people as well as our own, we will never get very far. Moreover, we deprive others of the opportunity to gather their own experiences and keep the knowledge of how to go within for ourselves. What we can do, however, is create the right environment in which every soul, who is ready to dive, can learn to do so. Some people need a lifetime of support and progress sparingly, while others just need a little help to get started and immediately begin to explore the very depths of their selves.'

'Now I would like to bring everything together to ensure that you do not miss anything.'

'My story had three messages. The first message was, that our theoretical knowledge enables us to assess situations correctly in advance. The second message was, that only by gaining experience are we able to apply and truly understand what we have learned before. The third message was, that fears can reside, where we do not have an overview of the whole. So far so good! If we now relate these three messages to ourselves, we realise, that we can learn a lot about the world by acquiring knowledge. By gaining experience, we learn to integrate and strengthen this knowledge. If we now dive into the world of our emotions and fears, we gather many experiences. We thus learn to look at our innermost being, not only from one perspective, but from many different ones. As I explained earlier, you can dissolve fear by having new experiences or by broadening your perspective. This is what we have to do within ourselves. Our inner world is like a jungle. Behind some corners there may be hidden treasures or even great darkness. Exploring this world and illuminating it bit by bit, enables us to find peace. When we have explored our deepest depths, we have dealt with all the things that were previously hidden. We have brought light into the darkness.'

'If courage and confidence are associated with light, then fear and despair are found in darkness. The gift of light allows us, to overcome the darkness and free ourselves from all the things that cause us fear. Your real question was how you can learn to stop being afraid of fear, right? Fear is all that is unknown. By educating myself, collecting experiences and looking inside myself, I recognise the true nature of fear and thus learn to no longer be afraid of the unknown. Because the more experience a person gains in dealing with their own fears, the easier it becomes over time, to look at them from different angles. It also enables you, to use these experiences and recognise your fear before it takes possession of you.'

This ends the story of the old man. I think you know by now, that old men from the jungle know a lot about fear. If I were you, I'd take a break or never look at this book again. You still have a chance to keep things as they are and look at the jungle from the outside.

The moment when you leave the known behind and dive - be it into the sea, the jungle or yourself - is above all, one thing:

A Decision.

And so the journey begins...