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Sonntag, 25. Dezember 2016

We are all special .....

We are educated to fight against each other. Not only to compete on a fair play way, but to fight (for a better job, for a higher salary, for a piece of meat, for a bigger house or what ever)!. From very young age we are educated to "be better" than "that one" or "those ones". At any price to be better, otherwise we are punished. Without any explanations. False powers and illusions are inoculated to us. Brain washing starts from our childhood, for most of us. Because the parents - most of them - do not know better. And they never took the time before our born to know themselves. Not knowing themselves make impossible to teach us those things would help us to know ourselves. 
Some of us are coming on Earth with special powers and intuitions, but not all of these kids keep their powers, because external forces from their environment can be more powerful and destroy a large slice of their native potential. "Do not do this!" or "I do not allow you!" and so on.
I have no idea if I was born as a special kid. Every kid is special, as every adult is special. 
After so many years I can approach myself in a way which make me discover the real world, the real levels I never accessed before.
After so many years I am able to understand things. 
After so many years I am able to disconnect from all my anger and fears and past.
Most of the people are living in a life-long-trauma through events in their childhood and they do not find the path to go back, to understand, to forgive their parents.
This year I could do this. I forgave my parents. The good news is, this is possible. 
From that moment, your life will start to change.
As I was 18-19 I had an usual ugly verbal fight with my mother. I remember the exactly picture in that apartment where I grew up: me standing in the living-room door, looking at her, she being extremly furios: "I curse the moment you decided to bring me to life, mother! I am not guilty for your life, for your sacrifice, I did not asked you to be born! Cursed be the moment you conceived me! And pay attention: Pray that you stay healthy your life long, because when you will be old and sick, I will not be there for you!!"
And I left the house. With 22 I left her house for ever without looking back! I had a doll and no money, just the clothes I was wearing!
But saying those words .... I condemned myself to life for the next 30 years!
My mother died on April 17th, 2005. Pulmonar cancer. Ugly story in ugly conditions. At the moment she died, I wasn't there, I was on business travel abroad. Because my chiefs (from Kaufland, Sappert & Grüber) were not able to understand that my mother is almost dying and I am the only she has. And because .... because, to be very honest, the entire situation overhelmed me and I had no money, I could not just resign the job .... there were terrible months for me than in 2005. 
About one week before she peacefully died - so far the medical assistant I have hired told me - I spent a night with my mother in her apartment. The heaviest and most complicated night of my life, even much heavier as all those nights from December 1989 when people were shot and killed all around me on the streets of Bucharest. And I had to survive against my desire .... it is now the time to understand the reason, I suppose.
We did not speak much that day. 
I did not sleep at all. The emotions were so high that I could no sleep .... to see your mother on the dying bed, to feel so helpless, so overhelmed, so terrible tired .... it was much, much than I could bare.
As once I struggled to get her from the bed and to lead her to the bathroom I colapsed. She was too heavy for me and was tired since days, alone with her, with a complicated new job .... The intensity of that year ..... I told her through tears: "I cannot anymore. I cannot anymore ..... You know, mother, your desire was I never marry, I never have a family. Now we are both alone in a situation I cannot face it anymore. Look at me, I cannot get you up ..... I could have now a family and we both would not have to be so alone and lonely .... you see?"
She said nothing .... 
Of course I got her from the bed and I lead her to the bathroom and then I brought her back .... 
She was sitting on her bed, I was sitting on the floor near the bed .... The silence between us was like a huge body ....
I think she had tears in her eyes .... I am not sure because I was not able to look at her. I was struggeling not to cry the entire day as I wanted to protect her seeing me crying.
She said: "Anca, I am so sorry .... please forgive me for destroying your life .... I am so sorry now ...."
At that moment the entire Univers exploded. Every single cell in my body exploded and died in the same moment .... The first thought in my mind was: "It is too late for this ... "
I could not look at her in the same matter I was not able to call her "mother" ..... and I know that now, as I am writing this, she is here .... I hope she can understand what I write, what I think .... although it is in English and she didn't know this language .... I hope, mother, you can understand this .... I hope you know where I am and how much I miss you here. There it was impossible, but here is different, you should know this.
   Last week I met someone. I will write about this later in time. I was told: "when you feel something on your left shoulder, start to write. Write it all down until you get tired. You have your grandparents watching over you. They always come from your left, heart side. They protect you all the time trying in this manner to ask for forgivness for not being present for you in your life." This is what I am doing now ... Thank you, Claudia. 
  Dear people, from a reason I cannot explain, I do not write this in German, your language. I do not write this in Romanian either. I write it in English and I write so fast, so incredible fast .... I have no explanation for that, but I hope you are here and you understand this ....
   As my mother fall asleep that night I left the room and went in the kitchen. A small ugly kitchen. I was standing up in front of a window and I cried the entire night through. All my organs, all my cells were crying. I acumulated so much anger and pain all those years back. And now .... I was with my mother, she was dying and I was absolutely incapable to manage the situation.
   My mother died about one week later in the morning. In a Sunday morning at eight.  She died before I could say to her: "Mother ...". She died before I could say to her: "Mother, I forgive you. I love you, you know?"
Because I did not had these feelings then, it was much to much pretended .... to forgive, to love her ..... as I never felt myself to be loved by her .... many years as teenager I asked myself if she is my real mother. I am sure she is, but I miss something in this piece of information.
I needed elf and half years to forgive my mother and to start to love her. Because the entire Power I needed and found in my life is her merit too .... And I probably had to leave behind me and to give up everything I built in 20 years (also 20 years of work, accumulation and pain) in Bucharest and to come to Austria to suffer a severe burn out after about only 6 months being here; I probably had to experience all these 2,5 years here for reborn, for finding myself, for understanding my life, for being able to forgive and for being able to restart from zero for the last time in this life .... Shangri-La can be all over the place where we are.
Last summer somebody told me: "Anca, you have to forgive your mother. Otherwise you cannot go further with your life. It is simply not possible, trust me." Anna, you were right. Thank you!
   We are all special, but we do not take it for real. No one is better than another! Some are better trained because are more disciplined, yes, this is possible .... but  We are just all special and if we all would know and understand this, the world would be a much better world, because we then would be able to syncronise our energy fields and to live and work as synergist muscles in our body do!
   I hope parents understand the message. As adults, we are strongly influenced by all the small and big events we had in our childhood. We are the work of ourselves, but the influence of our parents is stronger in the most cases. I wish parents can understand this and do something about this. Paying more attention maybe ... even struggeling to understand life in its real potential, mechanisms. There is no recepy on the world how to be a good parent, I know. But there is a lot it can be "better" done if .... we awake in due time for us and for our children.
   I lived 7 months in a family here in Austria where the gap between parents and childred is enormous. And I had to see and to feel the incapacity of the parents to change things. Very painful indeed ...... for me, because it seemed I was the only one who saw the real stuff there.
Parents, do not just let your kids to grow up. They grow anyway! Help them while they grow up by recognizing their abilities, letting their potential free, avoiding to force them doing things and to inoculate them the fight idea. Start to communicate openly to them so that you are their best friends, not their best parents! Take care about how you formulate advices or punishments! Be decided, be ferm, but explain things and reasons to them. Try to understand their reasons! Teach them about the existing Energy Fields, about how and what they can do with their Energy Fields - if you know what is it and how it works, if you bring these things to your kids, then you can be sure you assure them the Happyness for life!
Do not ignore some simple rules which belong to the general life education, such as: define their role in the household, give them specific tasks, write down an weekly or monthly schedule for their tasks and put it on a visible place and every time they end every task, write OK on that line. Yes, children have to be part of the family life and have to help in household! They are not your guests in house, they are part of the family!! If they want to live like guests, then they should rent a room which is not paid by you.  
Our personality forms until about 15 years old, then no relevant changes are coming over us - this is a fact very few people are awared about.
  Changes start with you, mom or/and dad. If you do not change yourself, you cannot help your children and you cannot help yourself too .... but this is a different story. The seven months teached me on an abrupt way things about life which I will describe later in time .... 
I am not done, I do not read what I have just writen above .... but I need a break ...
Merry Christmas!

Sonntag, 24. Mai 2015

Running in the rain can be a paranormal experience ....

and the result of it is the changing of your day mood!
I was so deeply depressed in the morning and the hours just flew along the day without any positive perspectives .... that only therapy by moving outdoor could be the right thing to do!!
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.” ― Vladimir Nabokov 
Despite the relentless rain at 2 p.m. I decided to go for a ride from the north end to the south end of the Danube Island. At the moment I started to equip myself for the ride the rains seemed to become soft. After 10 minutes the sky started again to cry pretty strong!!
   Hm ..... to be or not to be?! To go out or to stay inside? Hm .... I ask the cat ... but I don't understand his advice.
I take my feet, my photo camera, my medical card and go out. I keep my bike treasures on, it doesn't matter too much, triathletes are used do run with it :-)
As recently in my life I have no idea which direction I should start .... 
So I start to the left and after 500 m left again to somewhere .... I follow now a road I never walked on which ends on a wild path .... then a crossroads .... and a sign which told me I leave Langenzersdorf (the place where I am living).
I choose left as the rain was strong, my feet are small oceans now and I don't intend to go far away. But it is amazing that only after 3 km I almost am outside the village borders and I lost direction.
I am now on the Apfelstraße, I enter  Lagerstraße .... on such an ugly weather the area is not so friendly, over all a lot of trucks, containers, a cars yard which looks like an old damaged cars cemetery and a lot of large road equipments. So it is clear I want out from there soon as possible! ("From here too?!?")
I now run to the left for about 200 m and I get the feeling it is not the right direction. I stopp looking around. Hm .... I thought: "Man, you got lost in the high Himalayas without no GPS, com on!! You have to smell the right direction ..." Hm ...
I return to the entrance on Apfelstraße letting it on my right. I am at the boarder between Vienna and Low Austria. 
The sky is a steamy milky big cover all over, the hills as hidden, just some of them can be seen, the others not at all.
I run and I run, I stop, I take pictures of the rain drops on the leaves, flowers .... I am on the road now, happy to be out of the high grass area where I was afraid about snakes.
On the left I enter the Ulmengasse and very soon I recognize the off-road along the Marchfeldkanal. From here everything becomes very familiar to me, so .... I slowly walk wondering the landscape. I soon feel how the soul is flying out from my body and watching down to a woman in a deep pink rain jacket, with red legs, walking through mud and puddles .... her mind is somewhere else ....
Charlie Chaplin used to say: I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.
Yes, it was pretty clear, she had that mood of "it sometimes rains. In my soul."
I remember about what Roger Miller said: Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
I am wet, but I want to get even more wet ....  So I start not to avoid the waters anymore. I cannot become more wet as I am already! I know the feeling from many competitions when you run, run or cycle and you are happy at the end!
 “The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.” ― Douglas Coupland, Life After God
So  I am now in familiar environment. On this road I often run but I normally avoid it because it runs along the national road and I do not like the noise of the cars.
After 2,5 km I reach the Barwichgasse in Langenzersdorf, the street connecting the place with the Danube Bike Road and further with the Danube Island. The village is to the right and the Island is too the left. So I go to the left. It seems I am not wet enough :-)
I stop on the bridge. No people, no dogs.
I look to the river to Greifenstein, Tulln .... steam and rain. The waters are going high .... I cross the bridge and go down on the Danube Island turning right to the end of the Island, where I sometimes like to stay It is an interesting spot there, where the Island seems to go under waters ....
Strange feelings to be here, at the End ..... brown dirty water running in fast motion .... too fast motion ... water whirls ....
I run back but I don't return to the bridge. I would like to run for another 2-3 km. I cannot get more wet than I already am, right? It is 6 a.m.
I follow the Treppelweg to the wild side along the wild river, where the beaches and copses are.
 The first beach .... half of it is under waters ...
I run further .... but not for long .... as I already enter the Kingdom of Waters ....
so ..... I stay for a while and I return turning to the right and going on running on the island .... 
Wet landscape. High vegetation seems to be humble beat done due to the many heavy rain drops...
I took the first alley to the left running down to the other side of the island, where the swans are living. Empty, wet, no soul to be seen.
So, I put my soul and body on the road and I run back to the bridge. I was on the way back home now, still three and half km.
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.” ― Tablo, Pieces of You
The Danube Bike Road to Greifenstein, Tulln was blocked now, so if any long way cyclists (globe trotters kind) are now on their way on this popular route they have to stop for a while in Austria.
Now I start to feel wet indeed and to feel how I start to freeze. I had no gloves with me. I enter the village under the bridge and I now follow the Barwichgasse watching into peoples' yards :-) and surprising a nude lady in the garden, taking a natural shower :-)
And I remember about something .... taking natural showers under water falls in the mountains or bathing in mountains rivers .... exceptional life!
 I took many pictures, the last 2 km back home needed about half an hour :-0 !!
I finally reach home and I have to struggle into unlock my apartment door!! My hands are frozen, I cannot hit the door lock .... after 2 minutes the key is inside but I cannot turn it for unlocking the lock .... crazy few minutes, finally I am in!!!! I change my clothes, I take a sit, my cat is coming and I put my hands under her warm body :-) He loves me, I know!!
And now I eat .... hot rice with sugar and cinnamon. This is one of my childhood meals .....
 

Samstag, 23. Mai 2015

Running in slow motion, dancing with the rain drops


Snails are my friends in certain times. Rain, wind and snails ...
A new day. Rainy day. Cloudy day. About 12°C.
Between the Beginning and the End there is always an Intermediate World. That is our Life.
After a new sleepless night I tried to have breakfast. I left the sheets at 10 a.m., I took the bread, butter, tea, croissant on the table on the loggia.
During the intended breakfast I did other VIT (Very Important Things) :-), such as cleaning the big windows of the loggia!! Cleaning the cat toilet. Sorting documents. Yes ... indeed ... everything else seemed to be suddenly more important than my breakfast .... The noon hours were knocking on the door ...  and I hardly tried to avoid thinking at these days I should have to be in Lanzarote preparing myself for an Ironman Race on a phenomenal volcanic island in the Atlantic ....
By Anka Berger - in Langenzersdorf, Vienna - May 2015
Yesterday I had to go for an appointment about 25 km away crossing Vienna from north to south, riding from the north end of the Danube Island to Simmering Place. Cold, windy, rainy day, frozen fingers. I left home 11:30 reaching the appointment point 12:45 and later riding back home on a different route through Vienna. Walking or riding through Vienna is always a piece of delicacy.
Today the same mood outdoor. 
A thick, milky clouds blanket was floating over the landscape around, hills and low mountains. Kahlenberg and Leopoldberg were hidden behind the steam curtain. Cold billion of rain drops were running in a real competition to the warm soil spoiled by a luxuriant spring. 
The colors of the entire nature were so strong and full of life on that milky background!
I decided to go out for a run. The rain was not so strong and a rain in the fresh chilli air is a wonderful thing. It's a better therapy for soul & mind than staying inside, alone.
I took the photo camera, the audio book and I left the room. 
I was not sure what direction I want to go. After 50 meters I started a slowly run and after 20 meters I stopped. I felt tired ... somehow unexpected tired. 
I started to walk and to enjoy taking pictures.
As everywhere in Austria, especially in small places, villages, you enter a fairy-tale world.
The seemingly simple crafts tradition has an important role in the entire national economy, I would dare to appreciate. There are people who are doing the work and there are people who are buying that products. And almost all homes, houses and gardens are particular enjoyable to be watched and admired. After one year I still cannot stop me to take all these pictures .... it is so much love for details in everything .... I adore this.
I slowly walked on the Kellergasse to the left, to the local museum - which, by the way, I should visit!
A very important role in the whole Austrian traditional atmosphere plays the nature, the plants, trees, flowers. "The Green Grass from Home" is very valuable here, a lot of houses are practically nestled in vegetation even if this needs a lot of work. But it is a good work, healthy work, enjoyable work and this is why most of people are hobby gardeners. It is a sort of therapy. Some are running, cycling, swimming, playing football and some are gardening.
It wasn't raining at that time. I decided to go off-road uphill on Bisamberg. Last time I was on that mountain?..... January I think.
Peaceful and silence, few people.
I entered the forest and starting to climb on a very narrow hidden mysterious path that meandered in front of my feet without letting me to have long visibility.
The rain started and being almost covered by vegetation I had the feeling the leaves are drinking all those rain drops.
I was walking paying attention to the rain song, to the path and to the leaves .... so I saw a worm ... yes, a worm with a strong personality ... I stopped to make a photo shooting and I saw how it took a sort of defensive position!! Or it is only my imagination?
It stopped crunching, stood up and curved like a viper and I expected it will jump and attack like a wild cat!! No joke, look to the picture, man!!
I carefully went further on the narrow path uphill thinking that I would avoid to get such of worms on my neck :-)
In the middle of the wet brown and green a marvelous blue caught my attention:

Rain started again ....
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