Light came into the darkness. What darkness? - Klauss Keneth

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)