I try to tell my stories about my experiences.<\/p>\n
After reading your letter\/post, Jack, I thought: this light, thats not where I am living, unpossible.<\/p>\n
When I did a Kum Nye exercise together with TSK, Ex. 34 (The Embodyment of Knowledge) it seemed, that I felt a little glimpse ‘around the corner’.(In the Christian Bible, in Psalms, they tell sometimes about the forcourt of the temple (in German: Vorhof des Tempels).\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I wanted to look for dark areas. My surroundings seemed not to be dark: When I see a dewdrop in the light its more light than darkness. But I remembered an earlier experience , when I saw\/felt my heart in a black colour. And now I went in this direction. I stood in front of an opaque, impenetrable wall, made out of rocks of a volcano, rocks\u00c2\u00a0with pale colours. And behind there was the feeling of sadness. Sadness with me, with my parents, with occurences of the war (its now, when I’m writing this, \u00c2\u00a0difficult to go again this way), with compassion and with a diffuse light a little bit like new snow in the morning.<\/p>\n
I thought, the dark rocks are built by the ‘I’, to protect experiences in my childhood, my stories about these experiences.<\/p>\n
When I now look again back, I see more the blackness of the wall , like an angel (or a wrathfull deity), who has to protect a treasure, the hidden light of compassion. Blackness, darkness, stories of the I and the light of compassion seem mixed together (are confused?).<\/p>\n
I remember a saying:”Confusion is the presence of the Buddha”.<\/p>\n
Peter (Ludwig)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I try to tell my stories about my experiences. After reading your letter\/post, Jack, I thought: this light, thats not where I am living, unpossible. When I did a Kum Nye exercise together with TSK, Ex. 34 (The Embodyment of … Continue reading