All the salvation teachings of this earth that I have come into contact with so far promise liberation from suffering, provided these doctrines are closely followed. All see as one of the most important sacrifices in the service of this liberation the containment of desire, the containment of abundance. What I have learned from this is that the latter is, in my opinion, one of the main causes of suffering.
For some reason, I decide to make a huge detour and get completely lost before I discover a direction indicator leading to my own path.
Long ago there was a beautiful forest. It was there, as it was a good forest, not too dark and not too light. On sunny days the rays of sun shone between the leaves and the tribes and you could see the plants and animals grow and move. It was a nice place for a king to live and was worked on a fortified city with a citadel. A forest remains a forest and a king must also be able to be protected.
They started building the citadel because it seemed the right beginning. It became a very nice citadel, slim, but with volume, white plastered walls, a nice gate that ran up in an arch. The door that should be able to be made from the sturdy thick wood of a few large oaks in the forest around it. Furthermore, the citadel had four turrets with on it, just like on the middle roof, a total of five golden spheres with a small tip on it, almost like tears.
Unfortunately, as often in the world, the tide turned. Bigger and smaller natural disasters broke out, it became dark, the sun was no longer visible in the forest, where he had previously shined and lit the citadel so beautifully. The forest that slowly but steadily turned into a jungle. The inhabitants moved away, at so much insecurity, and the king mysteriously disappeared, never to be heard from again. Wild animals moved into the citadel without a door and vermin settled wherever possible. The white plaster became grey and then almost black the golden bulbs became dull and gray.
For many decades, it seemed like erasans, later a bold wandering wanderer discovered as by chance the citadel. It rained hard, very hard, as it did every day. The wanderer moved under the gate to rest and dry. The wild animals and the crawling had already left the citadel. The citadel stood there as a sad ruin and nothing reminded of his luster and glow of old times. Soon the tired wanderer fell into a deep sleep. And he was visited by a dream.
The next morning, it was softer raining, gently broke a ray of sunshine through the heavy foliage and fell on the face of the sleeping wanderer. This one first slowly opened an eye and then the other. He couldn't remember dreaming, let alone anything. However, he stood up with surprising resilience and looked straight into the sun. His eyes sparkled, it was not clear what color these were. He had a plan. At first he walked around the old fallen citadel a few times, while he took her into his eyes. Then his decision was made. He would stay here in this quiet deserted environment, but he would redecorate and clean the citadel and build the fortified city around it so that there could be life and beautiful things could be made for those who wanted to see it. Of course he thought that there should also be a king, but he realized that it really had to be found first. For the time being, he appointed himself a builder warrior warrior and began with good courage to the heavy not to underestimate job.
How strong is the lonely driver? The motorist rages on over highway and through residential neighborhood, but has no idea what he's headed for or what he's looking for. The roar is like that of the known hollow vessel.
It was in my thirteenth or fourteenth year of life that the car on the picture above this message first appeared in the streets of Europe and in my case next to the apartment building in which I lived as a child. It was when I remember well a slightly green metallic performance. I didn't know what happened to me. The design was so super futuristic and so beautiful and elegant, especially for a car. Since I was sensitive to shape, appearance and beauty very young and as a creative person also for industrial design, it was only a small step for me to imagine that this was the car in which I would drive into our pathetic street in my 18th birthday, when I had obtained my license, when I planned to visit the past. That I would leave that neighborhood quickly was already for me. This remarkable car, perhaps the king of cars, in which I was allowed to ride a few years ago during the photo shoot of it, of course never came, nor did the driver's license. I didn't think cars were important enough and far too environmentally unfriendly to participate in the rat race.
What's with all the car wrecks and especially the owners? The illusion that the vulnerable child is safely stored in a piece of tin that can shoot away wild roar from one moment to the next, God knows where, gives a powerful and untouchable feeling so it seems. It is the drammer in us, the same drammer, who, together with the critic, makes me write this blog, which can be huge in this way. The drammer who dethroned the ego.
Isn't it better to dethrone this sacred cow and stand still? To travel from the car to real autonomy? A real journey with a permanent goal, which you can enjoy at home in silence.
The Reis Totem is an animal that you notice suddenly, but for a long time in nature. If you encounter the totem animal for a long time, you have one or more life lessons to learn, according to spiritual usage. Unlike the life totem animal that says more about who you are, the journey totem animal helps you on your spiritual path for a while. Lately I see and photograph a lot of larvals myself, flying one time, sitting in a tree or on a pole. Then again very close and then very far away, but the agreement is that they look at me or at least observe me in many cases.
What stands out directly at a tower falcon is their elegance and speed. Tower falcons look remarkably graceful, but also impressive, although they are certainly not big for a bird of prey, their hull is only an inch or thirty. Tower falcons are extremely agile, even at a speed of sixty kilometers per hour and can make a sudden turn in their movement, turn or dive to a mouse in the field. A tower falcon has very nice large jet black eyes with a bright yellow ring around it, which looks at you piercingly. You can count on them seeing you and probably already before you see them, when you don't approach them from behind. The sharpness with which they see and the distance they see is legendary.
Legendary is the right word to use in this power animal. The ancient civilization of the Egyptians already used images of the falcon as a symbol or emblem of majesty, grace, power and protection. This is how the sun god becomes Ra depicted with the head of a falcon and it is a sacred animal. But falcons also appear as noble signs in blazons and symbols of power. And so is the martial arts. It seems they only have one natural enemy that matters, the (frightened) weasel.
Tower falcons are convincing hunters because of the above skills. High in the sky they hang with fast moving wings, which is called prayer, and search the ground beneath them, looking for prey to feed themselves or their young. They are very focused, alert and see everything and with their innate perceptiveness and intelligence there is hardly any prey that escapes them. Moreover, they are not afraid, go straight to their goal, certain and determined.
The scientific name of the tower falco is falco tinnunculus can be translated as a small schelle. When you get it kié kié kié kié kié kié kié You know, I've heard cries from a rook falcon. The nice thing about a tower falcon for bird photographers is that they let themselves be well photographed because they sit still on a branch for a long time or hang in the air and sometimes even give you the idea that they take the time to pose for you. For pictures taken by me, see photo of course. en.
At this moment in my life, the tower falcon seems to me to be a very good travel companion and wise force animal, on my path to further spiritual development and awareness.
In his short treatise "Answer on Jobs," Carl Gustav Jung talks about his idea that God omnipotent Jahwé, does not seem to know in advance that he lives from behind. I have arrived at a stage in my life that I understand this God better.
Looking up, lying under the blue sky and the white clouds blowing by, I realize veils that veil.
The world has a way of looking at people. Sometimes we feel that the world is wrong.
The Great Curve
I have been in my mind, it is such a fine mind.
Neil Young Heart of Gold free
This week I came into contact with Durga (Doerga), a Hindu goddess and the goddess of anger, just to let her in. After reading about her, more about that later, I began to think about warrior goddesses, as I immediately started to call them. I don't have much knowledge of the many religions, but I'm going to try to tell you something here.
De godinnen Artemis, Pallas Athena en Aphrodite, met wat later de tegenhangers Diana, Pallas Athena en Minerva in Rome, schoten mij direct te binnen. Het valt mij op dat moment ook op dat er geen Christelijke godin van de woede is, zover ik weet tenminste. Het Christendom kent wel een aanzienlijke legerschare van heiligen en ik moet direct aan Jeanne d’Arc denken en hoe zij zich offerde in de Honderdjarige oorlog voor Frankrijk tegen Engeland. Met haar komt er ook een ingang in mijn tekst.
Jeanne was behalve een jonge vrouw met de nodige compassie en visioenen, een vasthoudend en eigenzinnig strijder, en ze was maagd. Het valt op dat dit op gaat voor alle bovengenoemde krijger godinnen. De Oud – Griekse godinnen van de jacht, wijsheid en liefde waren ook al onverschrokken strijders, en maagd. Ook Durga, wat de Ondoordringbare betekent en ook wel bekend als Devi Chandraghanta, is een echte onvervalste Moedergodin die verschijnt wanneer de destructieve krachten op aarde te grote vormen aan nemen. Ze kent natuurlijk net als haar collega’s geen angst en blijft haar spirituele kracht trouw, hoe zwaar het ook wordt. Op deze wijze verlicht zij het lijden. Door haar loyaliteit aan rechtvaardigheid is zij mede door haar vrouwelijke oer-energie niet te stoppen. Haar boodschap is: gebruik je kracht, kom voor jezelf op, laat je geen rad voor de ogen draaien en spreek je uit.
Doerga, in het Sanskriet दुर्गा), wordt ook vertaald als “zij die moeilijk benaderbaar is” en is belichaming van de woede van de goden. Zij wordt afgebeeld zittend op een leeuw of een tijger met tien tot twaalf armen met daarin haar regalia, die variëren van de lotusbloem, discus, bliksemflits en meerdere oorlogswapens waaronder een groot zwaard, waarmee zij tegen mannelijke demonen vecht, die de rust op aarde willen verstoren. Zij is begenadigd met een derde oog in haar voorhoofd. Zij blijkt een verschijningsvorm van Shakti, die voor haar volgers de Hoogste Werkelijkheid is. Zij is autonoom.
Het is voor mij een groot genoegen haar op mijn zoektocht tegen te komen en deze, weliswaar korte getuigenis van haar, het licht te doen zien.
