Christmas 2019
Christmas. Night. Consecration. Light
came into the darkness. What darkness? In the last three days, I have learned
of three or four really evil people who have caused people near and dear to me
desperate suffering. These are the ones who make the world darker and less
loving and it is exactly those people who wish you 'Merry Christmas' and 'Good
Health' for Christmas (of course only of the body; because they do not want to
and cannot let go of their possessions; therefore they dream of 'eternal
life').
But their dream is not so wrong. They
have just confused something: The shopping frenzy and ephemeral luxury, with
the 'eternal happiness, joy, peace'. But that is exactly what the feast stands
for: the feast, which wants the people to be 'blessed'.
Who has failed to see that people
today so readily fall away from Christianity?
To be blessed means, to be blessed
with the light of knowledge of one's own inner darkness. Yes, if only every
light in the inner cities of Boston, Rio, Paris, Athens and even Cairo were a
symbol of this all revealing, loving LIGHT, and not just an incentive to buy.
(By the way: in Marly, where I live, is probably the poorest festival lighting
in all of Switzerland, if not all of Europe). Light that wants to sanctify -
but after the unpleasant awareness of our separating ego (from our brother) -
this Light has really big Christmas
gifts ready for us. (How beautiful!).
When I often wake up in bed at night
because this very same indescribable light visits me, I know only one word:
thankfulness that our God, the Friend of Man, is not too 'important' to visit
zeros and egoists like Klaus. Tears of joy, which in turn encourage me to use
my sometimes really remaining physical strength to go on tour again and again,
to tell the people in America, Russia, all of Europe, yes - through Facebook
and the Internet - even as far as Nepal, Indonesia, Korea, Alaska and Turkey -
across all borders, about this truly 'Good News of (inner experienceable)
peace':
Of the inner silence that yoga can
never convey, of a peace that no politician in the world can ever bring, of the
experience of a gentle inner voice so easily seized by the cries of racists,
populists and certain clerical preachers: until suddenly we realize that we
miss Him. No, not the sentimental pretty love song of the hit parades, no
(however beautiful that can be sometimes), but the recognition: I miss YOU.
Because Ego only knows the I.
That's why with my almost 75 years
I'm always ready to 'get going'. Ready - really? - to die. Whoever has
understood that the act of praying for others really falls back on oneself and
blesses yourself, knows that no mountain is too high, that no proof is needed
to love God, to experience that 'to give yourself totally' is still not enough
to venture into the depths of your own labyrinth.
But that is precisely why Christ
chose this miserable hut in Bethlehem as his home. Surely, we alone can hardly
manage it, we do not have the courage. Christ was born, so that each one could
have access to He his inner self, through Him, the model.
We cannot change the world, not even
ourselves. But with HIM we can.
Then there is light. In the darkness.
Then there is 'holy' Christmas.
HE is and remains the measure of all
things.
That is my love for all of you, my
friends - and also the few enemies who think I am crazy.
Klaus
21.12.2019 (Marly)
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