Grandmaster Theta Rhythm #1

Subkulturdezernent a.D. Grandmaster Theta Rhythm
empfiehlt für den sinkenden August:
Girlanden schmieden für ein weiteres Universum.
Ornithogene Inspirationen empfangen in Zeiten der Weltdämmerung.
Ein Blick ins Sternenglas - Ozeanische Farbharmonien erschaffen im Jupiterlicht.
Und alles schön peu a peu.

the doors of the palace...

although there are many ways out of this life that don't seem to be honourable at all, death is al-ways a most holy and honourable moment in a persons life. even if i think about which were the most honourable way of departing this life - i am not sure. but i wish i'll be able to honour the moment.
birth and death are the grand portals that lead us into and release us out of our terrestrial lifes. if we do not recognize the brilliant divine palace of creation, we might not understand the meaning of the portal. these amazing doors connect the interior palace with the garden. the garden is the earth, here we are outside and set into circumstances. the palace is the heaven, place of harmony, eternity, timelessness and light. by the way, we are allowed to regard our own life, the composition of body, soul and spirit as another example of this divine architectur - as theresa of avila teached us releasing her inner castle. 

could it be possible that the immense increase of cancer as the perhaps most embarrassing lethal disease we have to face in our high-tech civilisation world emerge from the lack of respect for the death?
it seems to be easy to celebrate birth - somebody's arrival. 

it might be much harder to celebrate death - somebody's departure.
nevertheless we have to learn it. we have to relearn it. any death is a sacrament. 

we that we are to go on living have to accept this truth. 

real medicine - holy health.

the qualities of ...formation

as an artist - of course you know everyone is an artist - you should be aware
of the etymology we find in the composita built with the word (i.e. the idea of) form. 

in other words: as creators we have to reflect the qualities of forming.

to reform means to bring things or circumstances
into an order or a structural quality they have had in former times.

to perform means the presence of the action,
the presence of building an energy, of developing a knowledge, of elaborating a connotation.

to transform means to change the dimension as well as the context
in which things or circumstances used to appear to us.

to inform means to insert energy, knowledge and connotations into a living system.
the stone is informed by the artist, as philosopher vilém flusser remarked.
but i myself, my brothers and sisters, we all are informed as well.
we are brought into a unique form or our existing form is changed by certain input.

reformation, performance, transformation, information: 

could this understanding of the act of information reset its deeper meaning 

and recharge its delicacy and its holiness?

spiraling ascension

thus we celebrate the spiraling ascension of the great universal female principle into the sphere of stars and light and knowledge, embodied in our splendid shining mother virgin mary, who now lives as celestial queen there above in holy marriage with our strong and immeasurable father, thus realizing the eternal harmonization between spirit and matter, between vision and reality… 

we do have to claim this union, brothers and sisters! let's claim it! let us make it become real and effective! let's celebrate, brothers and sisters! let's love and unify!

something about love...

if you do not love yourself, it is very difficult - if not impossible - to love anyone else. 

this simple truth, as it is effiective for human beings, man and woman, man and man, woman and woman, parent and child, brother and sister, friend and friend - it is effective for peoples and nations. please, never forget this, my brothers and sisters - especially the german ones…

Forest Farewell

Thus we depart singing and sounding, farewell, beautiful forest!
With your chilly shadows, with your green meadows, o sweet residence!
As a Goodbye we sing for you a song of gratitude.
Invite us again as you did today to greenery scent and songs in the beautiful time of May.
Look, from far away the forest still hears it at his evening rest.
The treetops he wishes to bow, he waves with his branches, "Farewell!" he exclaims to us.
Hoffmann von Fallersleben 1848

Do you feel this? After all german romanticism does know nature and recognizes the forest as an intelligent being, but - in the same moment we have to admit: that the relationship between us and the realm of the trees is the leave. Home is where the heart is: While the nature natives and the indigenes are at home in their forests we live in continuing disconnection from our green and true mother. 

We were in communion with each other - may it be for a sunday afternoon picnic or a entire cultural era - but this shiny link is paling in the same tempo as we are returning to our cities and civilisation structures.Nevertheless, my german brothers and sisters: We are to hold this Farewell Song in our hearts, on our tongues.

Presence

Please do not forget, my brothers and sisters:
it is rather about future, less about past…
and mostly about presence.

Men Education

My dear Brothers, please notice and don't forget: Life as a man includes more than the fact that we incorporate a archetypical male structure - it is also about how we are able to learn and to develop it.
We are used to complain that our fathers were absent while we were growing up. Working - engaged in their wars. Their wars of figthing for survival or their real wars weaponed, haunting their lives and families.
Women seem to grow up in a biotop of ideals, models of feminine power and structure - girls thus developing their female wisdom and sex by being close to their mothers and grandmothers. We, my dear brothers, as we grew up and live as men on this world: Are we envying them this their natural garden of love, education and development? If we do so, let me ask: Do we have to? Do we need to claim our fathers and grandfathers at home for giving us a similar example of men's behaviours and purposes? 

Or should we better become aware of the fact, that the difference between men and women is even bigger as we thought it were: Not only the content of being man differs from the content of being woman. Even the way of receiving the required information - that is: the input for forming ourselves - of becoming a man differs from that of becoming a woman. We have to go and to search. And we have to look for our masters and teachers and ideals - as we have to look for our fathers. Let's go, my brothers, without complaining. 

Let just our sighs emerge from our hearts as heralds for our self-education desires.

Bridging Valleys Closing Gaps Healing Wounds

Our Major Tasks are to heal wounds which seem unhealable and to build bridges across valleys which seem unbridgeable. Our Body, our Sexuality has to face the Holy as the Holy has to face Sexuality. This is in fact a gap to close, a valley to bridge, a wound to heal - at least for us europeans. After centuries of divergence between these most mighty energies we are to deal with.

In a similar way the gap between christian and pagan tradition has to be closed. Unbridgeable?  

These two traditions - especially the northern european, germanic in opposite to the catholic power - run seperatedly for so many centuries against each other. The pagans have to face and to accept the power and world-embracing impact of the cosmic christ, as the Christ have to see and to honour the power of nature-rooted gods and godesses and the healthy and cleansing effect of a cosmology like the rune alphabeth.

Neuwerk Imagination

…dass der große unfassbare Gott Sekunde für Sekunde, Jahrhundert für Jahrhundert dabei war, die Wunden der Unvollkommenheit, der fürchterlichen Beschränktheit von uns Erdenmenschen zu heilen und zu trösten… 
Trost zu spenden für einen erneuten Fehltritt auf dem beinahe nicht zu erklimmenden Bergpfad aufwärts in die lichten Höhen der Wahrheit und der Heiterkeit. Wie ein verkommenes Gehöft lag unser Leben vor Dir, Gott Allmächtiger, mit hängenden Schultern gaben wir auf, noch etwas ins Reine rücken zu können… und wussten doch zugleich, auch die hoffnungslosen und wüsten Ruinen unserer Verfehlungen und Gleichgültigkeiten würdest Du binnen Kurzem in einen goldenen Abendschein tauchen, uns die Augen öffnen für die Schönheit des Rostes, der Fäulnis und der Baufälligkeit, waren doch all dies Zeichen tiefer Wandlungsprozesse, so dass unser Müll, unser Gestank und unsere Lüge sich veredelten und dieser Dämmerung der Gottheit in diesem glänzenden Schein gedieh zu etwas magisch auferstehendem, zukünftig raunenden, verheißungsvollen Besserseins und Besserwerdens… 
Ich ging, Gott, mit Dir an die Gestade der Zeitlichkeit und atmete im Meereswind Tod und  Leben voller Licht, voller Düsternis ein, um Deine Weltseelenliebe wissend, lächelnd hob ich die verlassenen Muschelschalen auf und warf Steinchen in die See… 
Wie können wir kampflos resignieren?