Ein Versuch meinen Hautkrebs zu verarbeiten.

Lieber Basiliom.

Ganz harmlos hast Du ausgesehen auf meiner Nase vor fast einem Jahr, namenlos, ein ganz kleiner Knubbel, harmlos anzuschauen. Ich dachte Du gehst dann ganz von selbst wieder weg. Aber das war nicht so, bald bist Du grösser geworden, Du bekamst so kleine Äderchen, du bist gewachsen, ich dachte: was geht da vor? Du hast hässlich ausgesehen.

Vor zwei Monaten bei einem Routineuntersuch, da bekamst Du einen Namen: BASILIOM. Ich dachte zuerst an Basilikum, aber so harmlos wie dieses Kraut warst Du nicht.

Du seiest ein ganz Böser wurde mir gesagt, Basiliom Karzinom, das sei dein voller Name, ein Hautkrebs. Jetzt wusste ich wenigstens mit wem ich es zu tun hatte.

Es hat mich gar nicht gefreut dich kennen zu lernen, aber was solls, du warst jetzt nun mal da und ich versuchte mich mit dir zu arrangieren. Es hiess du seist eine Zelle aus meinem Körper, die nicht einfach täglich Ihre Arbeit tun möchte, Du dachtest wohl, Du seiest zu Höherem geboren, Du wolltest einfach mal Deine Grenzen sprengen. Die Sonne hat ihren Teil dazu beigetragen und Dir sehr geholfen.

Ich habe mal gelesen, so was passiere dann, wenn man selber immer schön brav jeden Tag seine Arbeit mache, im tiefsten Innern aber mit der Situation unzufrieden ist und zu bequem, um etwas daran zu ändern. Das war ja vielleicht die Situation vor vielen Jahren, als mir Vieles von dem was ich heute weiss noch nicht bewusst war. In dieser unsicheren und passiven Zeit bist Du geboren. Meine Unzufriedenheit hat Dir zum Leben verholfen.

Wenn dies zutrifft dann wird früher oder auch später irgendeine Zelle, als Stellvertreter, diese Aufgabe übernehmen und Ihre Grenzen sprengen. Du meintest wohl; Du müsstest für mich, mein Leben leben? Sei es so wie es ist, Spekulationen helfen auch nicht weiter. Ich habe zuerst die die Simonton-Methode ausprobiert, es wurde mir aber bald klar das Du diese Sprache nicht verstehst und es leider für liebe Worte zu spät ist. Du bist unterdessen zu gross und zu aggressiv geworden.

Von einem Arzt zum anderen und von Untersuch zu Untersuch gingen wir zusammen, auch in den Tomographen gingen wir um zu erfahren wie tief Deine Wucherungen schon gewachsen sind. Nachher hiess es Du wärst sogar ein Zwitter, halb Spinaliom und halb Basiliom.

Es ist ein Glück, dass ich dich früh genug entdeckt habe, sonst hättest du mir meine schöne Nase noch ganz kaputt gemacht. Basiliome, wurde mir gesagt, könnten sich, wenn man sie nicht ernst nimmt, bis in den Knochen einkrallen und würden das ganze Gesicht zerstören. Ich habe Dich ernst genommen, aber Du hast mir keine Angst einjagen können, ich habe auch keine Wut auf Dich gehabt, es war mir von Anfang an klar, dass ich Dir keine Chance lasse zu leben.

Ich bin Dir sogar dankbar, weil Du mir wieder bewusst gemacht hast, wie wichtig mir mein Leben ist und dass ich von jetzt an wieder bewusster leben werde. Keiner von uns lebt ewig, unser Leben geht irgendwann definitiv zu Ende. Von jetzt an werde ich mein Leben und meine träume wieder selber leben,

Aber auch du lieber Basiliom bist endlich: heute Morgen hat Dein letztes Stündlein geschlagen, auch Dein Leben ging definitiv zu Ende. Du musstest sterben und ich bin gar nicht traurig darüber, in einer kurzen ambulanten Operation wurdest du entfernt. Wir haben das gemacht, was man mit allen Schmarotzern, die sich auf Kosten von einem Wirt schadlos halten, tun sollte. Wir haben dich heute um 9 Uhr 30 für immer rausgeworfen, das heisst raussgeschnitten.

Lieber Basilom, Dir wird es leider noch einmal schlecht gehen, Du kommst jetzt noch zum Pathologen, welcher Dich in Scheibchen schneiden wird um heraus zu finden, ob wir alles von dir erwischt haben. Und danach wird die Nase in einer zweiten Operation wieder zur alten Schönheit hergestellt werden.

Dein zentao

13.10.2008 zentao

I love theatre.  I have for a very long time.  I'm talking about live theatre not the movie variety.  Movie theatres are sanctuary of sleep as far as I'm concerned.  Seldom if ever I'm able to sit through a movie without being jolted awake from a flying elbow from one of my children.  "Wake up and stop snoring...you're embarrassing me" is often spoken in harsh tones.

My first foray into theatre was purely for utilitarian reasons.  We were told extra credit was available if we attended the production and brought back a program.  Initially, I went with the thought of grabbing the program and leaving, instead I found my seat and waited for the proceedings to begin.  Imagine my suprise when I found my attention going to the performers.  Imagine my shock when I started to follow the story.  Imagine my internal struggle when I started to cheer for certain characters.  What have I gotten myself into?

My first foray into acting came in the form of community theatre.  Another activity I accidently fell into.  Talk about jumping into the unknown with both feet!  After accepting the offer to participate in this venture I wondered if in fact I was completely nuts and worthy of being committed.  Maybe the guess work on my mental stability was an exercise in futility.

Some background for the uninitiated.  Community theatre allows everyone a chance no matter their theatrical background or lack thereof.  In our production there where some very talented and creative individuals who participated.  Instantly I was intimidated and overwhelmed at the thought of measuring up to these local thespians.  Experience, even a very little makes much difference in these venues. 

I'm by nature very comfortable in front of a crowd, actually my ego tells me to seek out opportunities that offers such a stage.  Some people would call me a ham.  Somehow I've managed to miss live theatre as such an opportunity.  When I first had to read my lines in front of the assembled cast...I froze up.  I couldn't get my breath, my heart was racing, I stumbled over the reading like I'm first reading from my French textbook once again. 

Kind looks of acceptance from the cast look back at me.  Patience and understanding comes back to me from the director.  I try again only to somehow manage a worse effort.  Ummm,  Sorry.  No one acts impatient or angry.  All I sense is encouragement.  I try again and fail equally poorly.

It's in moments like these that character is truly tested.  As a strong, tough, macho guy I could have simply stood up and stated, "this is stupid" and left keeping my bogus pride in check.  As a traveler of life I felt the need to fight the urge to walk away and work through this mess that I now was knee deep into.

I am told that my character will need to dance during an emotional scene with my stage (and real life) daughter, remember that stuff about not quitting?  I'd have preferred dancing would be assigned to a more nimble man who could perform with great ease and grace.  I struggle with the Macaranna.  Really, me dancing in public during an emotional scene will destroy any attempt to make this anything but slapstick.

Different performers came to me and spoke words of enthusiasm and motivation.  Each said I was doing a great job and picking up the part really well.  Funny, to a person, when this was relayed to me I looked around first wondering if they had confused me with another.  Somehow it stuck that I didn't completely suck at this and allowed myself to feel the freedom to release my inner being and become one with this character I was to portray.

There is a very Zen like experience that occurs when one releases themselves, lets go of self, to assume the personality of another.  This is the magic of theatre.  It's a very transformative event that likens one to total freedom.  At this moment the ability to move, speak and react like another begins to unfold.  This was a very cathartic experience to a hayseed  like me.

I hear the introduction leading to my entrance...I'm sweating like a bricklayer.  My thought race through my lines.  I know how hard everyone as worked and really don't want to disappoint the cast, crew or musicians.  Damn, I can't go back.  I walk out to the sea of smiles and instantly feel a rush of warmth and confidence that both fills me up and covers me.  I see why people are so involved in theatre...this is a wonderful encounter, a moment to cherish.

By the way, I feel like I got a handle on the dancing.  The Waltz is actually quite lovely when you understand it.  Truth be told, I find myself waltzing around the house from time to time.   Somehow I was able to summon the emotional stength to bring the warmth of my character to life.  We never really know the depth of our resolve until we are tested.  If we never put ourselves in a position of challenge our capabilities are never tapped.

I met people during this show who have impacted me greatly.  I hopefully have made many, many new friends.  The words of encouragement, appreciation, and motivation will never be lost on me.  I am a better person for having participated.. 

By the end of the show I was tired and worn.  But never lacked for want to perform just one more time.

Next year can't get here quick enough.

In the spirit of software freedom, the idea with this system is (1) free flow of information and (2) power in numbers. Things are easier when knowledge is freely available and when everyone can contribute and learn. Keep an eye out for projects like this, especially those popping up in African countries and other developing nations, and help them survive.

Zwei Vögel sitzen im Frühling auf einem Kirschbaum und beobachten eine Schnecke, die sehr langsam, noch ganz unten, den Stamm hoch kriecht. Ganz belustigt rufen sie der Schnecke zu; " He du Schnecke, was willst du, schon hier, es hat ja noch gar keine Kirschen, da oben! " Die Schnecke ihrerseits antwortet; " Macht euch keine Sorgen, bis ich oben bin, wird es genug Kirschen haben. "

Was können wir aus der Geschichte Lernen? Wenn wir unser Ziel genau kennen, führt uns Langsamkeit und Beharrlichkeit, zum richtigen Zeitpunkt ans Ziel.

13.10.2008 Text und Foto von zentao

Here is the second painting in my waterlily series.  I've titled it "Zen".  I always have a hard time coming up with titles for my paintings.  Numbering them would be so much easier.  Last week a student friend of mine came to my home to interview me for a college art class.  He needed to interview a living artist and I was honored that he chose me.  The painting he picked to be the focus of his paper was the one above.  This painting was finished, signed, varnished and even entered in two shows.  But I had still not come up with a title.  

So, Alan and I sat and stared at the painting for a long time.  I needed suggestions.  We both wracked our brains for about thirty minutes.  I appreciated his efforts.  Giving a painting a title shouldn't be so much work.  Then it hit me.  The whole idea of the painting was to portray an inner meditation.  The opposite of striving.  We all need moments of relaxation and letting go.  So I let the painting name itself.

Ed eccodi ancora qui, amici dello zen, per la terza puntata delle storie zen di PapaKash. Ricordiamo che i racconti sono tratti da '101 storie zen' edito da Adelphi.

Rammentiamo che per una migliore fruizione del senso mitico del Tutto, è consigliato l'ascolto in cuffia; se il download del file non funziona subito, riprovate, e pazientate; lo zen, del resto, è anche abnegazione e pazienza.

'Nessuna pietà', questo il titolo della storia che ci racconta oggi il nostro maestro, la trovate QUI.

Buon ascolto.

Actually, I have noticed a radical change in my personality, attitude and behavior. So much so, that I can't help standing in front of the mirror and notice that Arpit of present is nothing like the Arpit of past!

Things that have changed:

1. All the negative thoughts have toned down. As much courage as this takes to admit, all that hatred/negativity in my heart, for a few people, that existed some years back is now reduced to minuscule proportions.
2. Ripples of anxiety and tension have led way to calmness of serenity and spiritual comfort.
3. I have become less inclined to the 'classical' concept (and practice) of religion.
4. A firm belief has been laid in 'HAPPINESS IS GOD!'
5. Zen has become an 'in' thing! Buddham sharanam gacchami is still a bit far, but I find Buddha as a good alternative to whatever philosophy that RSS and VHP have been trying to feed me for years.
6. Stress has been cut like my birthday cake and distributed.
7. Creative half of my brain has been given more powers. Experimentation with VIDEO-EDITING, PHOTOSHOP-ING, MUSIC-PRODUCTION, DJ-ING, WEB-DESIGNING has started.
8. Sex doesn't keep me occupied, with the thought frequency now rivaling abstinence.
9. A day now comprises of not 24 hours but 86,400 moments to live for and cherish!
10. Ying and yang now are balanced and in complete harmony.

Things that need attention:

1. My facebook and orkut accounts. :P
2. My dog (Oops... so he's what's smelling so bad!)
3. My car (now almost as bad as that grumpy old man in my neighborhood!)

Thanks a lot folks!

Party and let party!

Mukaiji-Reibo excerpt by Goro Yamaguchi

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Buddha

Thanks, David, for sending on your contribution:

"Hello, I'd like to share our home altar with everyone. I practice Iaido and play the shakuhachi hence why there my center pieces. We practice a mix of Zen buddhism and pureland, and whatever else keeps us on the path. It might not be the most traditional, but it keeps us focused."

Hey - whatever works.

Del mismo modo, es muy útil plantearnos con qué alimentamos nuestra mente y los efectos que esto puede tener a largo plazo, empezando por esa inane programación televisiva, que nos contamina con unos telediarios llenos de crímenes, guerras y catástrofes...

Viñeta de JR.Mora, publicada en La Kodorniz

It’s the hardest thing we do.

When faced with an injury, runners (and just about everyone, when facing an issue in their lives) fear doing nothing about it. Surely something has to be done, right? You can’t just do nothing. Our culture equates doing nothing as negative, and doing something – anything – as a positive. Don’t just sit there. Do something!

And yet, with most injuries (and with most issues), I'm a firm believer that there’s really nothing to do. In fact, doing nothing is generally the best thing. Rest. Do nothing. Let things take their course, eat properly and let the body use that food to heal itself. Trust in your ability to heal. But there is always that nagging thought you could be doing something to really take control of the situation.

In a early chaper of Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind titled “Control,” Shunryu Suzuki talks about the idea of controlling things, of our restless desire to do something:

Even though you try to put people in some sort of control, it is impossible. You cannot do it … to give your sheep or dog a large, spacious meadow is the way to control it. So it is with people: first let them do what they want, then watch them. This is the best policy. To ignore them is not good, that is the worst policy. The second worst is trying to control them. The best one is to watch them, just to watch them, without trying to control them.

To realize how pervasive our desire to control things is, sit quietly, eyes half-closed, and try to simply follow your breath. Just follow it. I can almost guarantee you will soon be trying to change the pattern of your breathing, forcing your breaths faster or slower. If simply letting your breath rise and fall on its own is a challenge, think how much harder it is to resist that impulse when there is a bigger issue in your life.

I still find myself thinking about the last long run I had to cancel because of my foot injury – the final 20-miler before my taper for Palo Duro began. There is no way a single 20-mile training run will have improved or lessened my chances of completing the race this coming Saturday. And yet, faint ripples of guilt and worry from that decision are still hitting the shore.

And of course, being a typical runner faced with an injury, I couldn't just do nothing. I got out my "personal Tarot" for a quick consultation, but ironically drew one of the most passive cards in the deck: "Trust in the you of now." You're you, and this is now. Trust them. Do nothing!

Is my foot better for having done nothing (or at least not a lot) the past couple of weeks? Yes, it is. Would it have helped things even further to take a more interventionist approach? I don’t know. That’s not the choice I made. I chose to do nothing. The area around that second metatarsal is still tender. And as it stands, I will run only once more before Saturday, and I’m expecting my foot to be at around 75%-85% when I line up at the starting line. I can’t do anything about that. It is what is is.

The hay, however much I’ve managed to bale, is in the barn, sitting quietly. There’s a 50-mile race to accomplish, and nothing to do.

Bei schönem Wetter bin ich heute Morgen los gelaufen, um noch einige schöne Fotos zu schiesen. Auf dem Heimweg musste ich mich ein wenig über unbekannte, möglicher weise, noch junge Mitmenschen aufregen, nicht sehr Zenmässig und ich habe gedacht, das Frage ich mal meine Leser,

Was denkt ihr über das besprayen von Hausmauern und öffentlichen Plätzen.?

Ich habe mich ja schon daran gewöhnt, dass in Unterführungen und an Brücken, ganze Kunstgalerien entstehen und ich muss sagen da gibt es einige tolle Sachen, die mir durchaus gefallen.( Fotogalerie demnächst auf diesem Blog) Aber was ich da gesehen habe, das sprengt alles tollerierbare. Dieses mutwillige verschmieren von fremdem Eigentum, dieses, seinen Frust ablassen, das muss einmal, vollkommen un-Zenmässig, gesagt werden. Das ist eine Sauerei. So jetzt ist es raus und mir ist wohler. Da kommt mir nur eines in den Sinn;

"Kinderhände verschmieren Tisch und Wände" oder eben auch Kunstwerke und Sitzbänke.

Wobei das sicher keine Kinder mehr sind.

Habt ihr auch schon solche Erfahrungen machen müssen und was denkt ihr darüber?

Und wie reagiert ihr wenn ihr solche Sachen seht?

Dieses Kunstwerk stammt vom bekannten Wettinger Bildhauer Eduard Spörri

12.10.2008 Text und Foto von zentao

Si lui viene indennizzato dallo stato per essersi fatto anni di carcere ingiustamente, si compra una villa costosissima, un aranceto (si lui adora la frutta!) ed è stato reintegrato come detective accompagnandolo alla tosta collega Dani Reese (Sarah Shahi).

Fin qui le premesse d'obbligo, guardando distrattamente questo poliziesco in onda ogni venerdi alle 22:00 su Italia 1 sembra di vedere uno dei tanti polizieschi alla C.S.I., investigazioni dalla scena del crimine, interrogatori, qualche scena d'azione, niente di più ordinario non trovate?

Invece niente di più sbagliato, Life fa la differenza e si discosta dagli altri per l'occhio diverso con cui il protagonista si approccia ai casi, alle vittime, con l'empatia e l'attenzione al particolare che lui ci mette.

Qualcuno lo ha definito l'anti House, personalmente non amo molto queste contrapposizioni, ma se proprio vogliamo citare il medico più odioso della tv allora si, Charlie Crews è l'anti-house, è gentile, è paziente, è quasi affettuoso, guarda dritto negli occhi il suo interlocutore e sembra quasi leggergli dentro, a poco a poco anche la scostante collega Dani inizia a capire i suoi modi eccentrici, il suo stupirsi continuamente di tutto e tutti, la sua voglia di entrare nella mente e nel cuore delle persone nonostante tutto quello che ha lui ha passato e subito.

Ma in tutto questo c'è un rovescio della medaglia che si scopre puntata dopo puntata: un tassello dopo l'altro prende vita e corpo l'altra faccia di Charlie Crews, la faccia investigativa, la parte di lui che reclama giustizia, che reclama la verità su quello che gli è successo e del perchè e chi ha voluto incastrarlo mandandolo in prigione per dodici anni.

Lo sguardo sornione e tenero di Crews ti cattura, ti conquista, sembra un bambino spaesato a volte ma che è molto più adulto e cresciuto di tanti altri, sembra uno che ha capito tutto della vita e dell'essere umano e lo mette in pratica nella sua professione.

Se amate il genere poliziesco ma siete un pò stanchi dei soliti noti, allora seguite con attenzione Life e scoprirerete un nuovo modo di fare e vedere il poliziesco riuscendo a svecchiare un attimo un genere forse ormai troppo abusato.

Riflessivo.

Sunday afternoon driveway roar traffic in bursts, jake brake logging trucks, I hope it isn't the one I cut off Friday afternoon, I didn't see the school bus, and I saw the trucker's chuckle behind his windshield, behind glass, like a painting, breezy Sunday afternoon at the park, but here no lake nor swimmers nor the same lady cast in every female role, no gentlemen in high black hats, just the cars and trucks drifting by, vacationers packed their t-shirts and plastic shoes, while wistful eyes crept to the crisp blue ocean reflecting a perfectly matching sky and now they sadly roll toward the valley,

Tomorrow is a school day.

Me, I sit, tilting back in a red metal chair among the trees just barely singed with the fire of decay. Wispy seeds, like fairies, dance around my shoulder. They kiss my knees and celebrate my unmatching socks. The deer mice watch us from their little holes and the leaves are alive with chipping squirrels and squawking jays the color of twilight. This proportion of breeze and sunshine rival the best of July's magic. The shadows lie stretched out across the ferny clay. They creep closer to my red chair. But for now, my head is warm and the ants at my feet are doing all the work.

The discussion centered around Judy Estrin's new book "Closing the Innovation Gap!" Andy Erickson's blog (TheFutureValueofBusiness) is a great synopsis of the content. Please read it!

The message from these folks was clear:  Innovation is critical to the success of entrepreneurs, corporations and the world. The US was clearly focused on innovation before it became clearly focused on short term profits and risk reduction. The world has changed: Enron, 9/11 and the current meltdown have shaken the confidence of Americans. We can and we must return to a focus on innovation, for that is what creates value in the world -- not financial transactions.

Cincinnati can set itself apart by becoming a center for innovation. Entrepreneurs that take risks are here -- let's celebrate them and help them success! Or fail fast -- so they can learn and get on to the next venture. CincyTech, the Greater Cincinnati Venture Association and all of the other support organizations from universities to incubators to associations believe that Cincinnati has the capacity to take more risk!

What are you doing to innovate? Start today!

Technorati Tags: Startup, Innovation, Cincinnati

Barack Obama for Kids

Handy, reputed distant cousin of the notorious nihilist anarchist deep thinking anti-socialist Jack Handy, dares to posit the unimaginable question; "What if Barack Obama is the first lousy black president?” This clearly racist subterfuge is repugnant without further review of context!

Bruce Handy, alleged distant relative of running dog reactionary quasi-religious counter-revolutionary Jack Handy, forgets and fore gos the accepted Ayer's instructed and sanctioned Party educational instruction regarding the Peoples' Childrens:

"Give me four years to teach the children and the seed I have sown will never be uprooted...

Give us the child for 8 years and it will be a [Democrat] forever."

You are required to remember, it is only necessary that information about Great Leader's plans be presented. Inquiry of detail is unrequired and unacceptable! Rejoice, children of a better tommorow! Thanks be given to Great Leader Obama,

We’re gonna spread happiness
We’re gonna spread freedom
Obama’s gonna change it
Obama’s gonna lead ‘em

We’re gonna change it
And rearrange it
We’re gonna change the world.

Now’s the moment, lift each voice to sing
Sing with all your heart!
For our children, for our families,
Nations all joined as one.
Sing for joy and sing abundant peace,
Courage, justice, hope!
Sing together, hold each precious hand,
Lifting each other up;
Sing for vision, sing for unity,
Lifting our hearts to Sing!

cracks on cedar roof

drawing jays

Putem face o psihoterapie pentru a ne cunoaste. Psihanaliza, de exemplu, nu este doar o metoda de psihoterapie ci si o metoda de sondare a psihismului inconstient. Urmand o psihoterapie psihanalitica, nu doar reducem nelinistile (anxietatea), nu doar dizolvam simptomele, ci devenim constienti de felul in care noi functionam la nivel psihologic. Ne descoperim astfel tiparele de gandire, motivatiile inconstiente, dorintele si temerile ascunse, precum si mecanismele psihice prin care evitam, distorsionam acele aspecte ale realitatii care nu ne plac sau care ne sperie. Ne intelegem mai bine pe noi insine si ii intelegem mai bine pe ceilalti.

Imi place sa spun ca a face o psihanaliza sau o meditatie Zen nu strica nimanui. Cu totii avem nevoie de o igiena mentala, dar cei mai multi dintre noi sunt departe de a constientiza aceasta nevoie. Este posibil, sper, ca in viitor a efectua un proces de igiena mentala cu regularitate sa devina la fel de firesc precum spalatul pe dinti, de exemplu.

In prezent insa, este adevarat ca marea majoritate a celor care solicita o psihoterapie fac acest lucru doar cand ajung in situatii de criza. A fi in criza iti creeaza o motivatie puternica pentru a face psihoterapie.

Personal, pana acum nu m-am aflat niciodata in situatia in care cineva sa-mi solicite o psihoterapie fara a avea o problema. Ca problema este foarte vag definita, asta este alta poveste. Multe probleme care ii imping pe oameni catre o psihoterapie sunt vag definite si de fapt unul din obiectivele psihoterapiei se refera la definirea clara a problemelor (nu se spune ca o problema bine definita este pe jumatate rezolvata ?). Mai mult, problema prezentata nu este niciodata adevarata problema, caci adevarata problema rezida intr-un conflict inconstient.

Ca sa o spun foarte direct, eu nu cunosc oameni fara probleme. Cunosc oameni care spun despre ei insisi ca nu au nici o problema, dar spun asta tocmai pentru ca nu se cunosc pe ei insisi, nu au capacitatea de a se autoobserva, nu pot realiza un demers introspectiv suficient de profund. Una este sa nu ai probleme si alta e sa negi problemele pe care le ai.

Sa luam exemplul unei persoane care se plange in continuu de modul nedrept si persecutoriu in care o trateaza cei din jurul ei. La un moment dat, aceasta persoana citeste intr-o carte de popularizare a psihoterapiei o descriere a comportamentului de victima si recunoaste in acea descriere propriile tendinte de autovictimizare. Isi da seama brusc ca are o problema. O avusese si pana atunci, dar nu fusese constienta de asta.

Pe multi ii sperie gandul ca ar putea avea probleme, privesc acest lucru ca pe o critica, ca pe o respingere , ca pe ceva rusinos, umilitor. Dar problemele apar tot timpul, la toata lumea (!), iar asta semnaleaza faptul ca a sosit momentul sa trecem la un alt nivel de dezvoltare personala.

Tags: Video, Youtube, Krankheit, Krankheiten, Gesundheit, Rüdiger Dalke, Vortrag, Spirtualtät, Seele

Das Video das ich euch vorstelle ist von Dr. Rüdiger Dalke

dem Autor vieler Bücher wie Krankheit als weg oder auchKrankheit als Sprache der Seele:

Wer wissen will warum er dauernd, immer wieder die gleichen Beschwerden hat, wer die Nase voll hat und darum Verschnupft ist, wehn es ansch.... und darum dauernd Durchfall hat, wer vor lauter Stress krank wird und wissen will, was er oder auch sie daran, auf der Seelischen Ebene ändern könnte?

Wenn das auf euch zutrifft, dann müsst ihr unbedingt diese 7 Videos von Rüdiger Dalke anschauen. Die Videos 1/7 und 2/7 folgen hier...

Video Krankheit als Sprache der Seele 1/7

Video Krankheit als Sprache der Seele 2/7

die weiteren 5 Videos von Rüdiger Dalke ansehen auf der Youtube Seite von Rüdiger Dalke

Krankheit als Sprache der Seele Ruediger Dahlke

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12.10.2008 zentao