I want to write, but I don´t know what to write. The experiences don´t fit to language. In usual words I should say: there is too much in a mess.
In Germany we have spring, very unusual: many days with sun and blue clear sky. Much light, the unusual opportunity to explore light in a light atmosphere. I´m grateful.
TSK Ex. 34: There are moments when there is the feeling, that each ‘atom’ seems to be enlightened and then I can´t remember exactly or understand what I saw or felt.
Thank you, Jack, for your questions in your post of May, 5th. It´s difficult to explore the quality of illumination of my moods. It seems to me, that I translate my psychological understanding of my moods into colours and lights. I don´t feel the light spontaneous, directly. For example: My bad mood seems to be brown non-transparent and weak. And when I look nearer there seem to be two layers, one clear and powerful red and another one blue clear and powerful, they seem to work against each other , both mixed they seem to be brown: and I have the story of my bad mood.
It is as if I wear usual a pair of sunglasses with dark glasses and I´m afraid to be confronted with real light. – But: I feel, there is bright light in front of my dark glasses.
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Peter (Ludwig)
