Things go by and things go on.
There are many different spiritual teachers here, some are good, some are not. Not everything can fit to one's mind, some think that this is good, some think that that is good. Still there is so much mind involved. The ultimate truth everybody have to find on his own, but still hardly anybody got enlighten without help from outside. Enlightenment is a gift from the divine. There is a lot of discipline involved in all that different spiritual schools here, not everything can be achieved by just sitting. There is a lot to do.
The person I like most always say, we were born with happiness, but the orientation on the outside world had made us miserable. We hurt each other, so I do by writing these lines, because they are still not full and overflowing with love. I or we like to hurt each other, we expect, we do not like, we like, sadomasochistic practices hidden in the culture. Everywhere borders in society, how somebody without borders can be happy in such a world. The aim of every religion is to find God (or whatever you want to call it), but there is fundamental mistake. When God want to be on earth, he will not be able to survive in our outside world! Because this energy is without borders and limits, I am so small in comparison, but it is possible. So in the outside world he would be very sad, because of all that limits. We make us miserably, may some enjoy this life, but I do not. What stand the religion for? It is all locked up, no way out. Just a big war or the apocalypse can us bring back to this basic values in society, when we do not act. Everywhere I feel, that the truth wants to be discovered, but I feel also, that the evil powers are on destruction. These powers are hiding in the books, hiding in the very basic thinking that just "one" thing is true, that just one's religion is truth. There would be hardly any reason for suppression, if there would not be the religions of books. "But is is our culture".... but the culture made me miserable....
So I think, what to do!
The thing is to get rid of all that stupid things. How I can get rid off that, I have to bring my mind back to zero, to restart it completely. Also to forget about all the things, what made me miserable, fill it up with something called love. But this is not the love, everybody is thinking of.
There is nothing interesting there.
The love lies far beond the imagination I have.
Freitag, 16. April 2010
Dienstag, 6. April 2010
14 Clean Himalaya
There is an Organization, which is working in the waste treatment. It is called www.cleanhimalaya.com.
I am working for them something like 3 hours a day. They try to introduce dust bins in Rishikesh. Here in India nobody is used to use dust bins. Everybody just throw his waste in the streets. The homes in India are very clean, but nobody care about what is happening outside.
So Clean Himalaya has two compromises with their customers ( hotels, shopkeepers, restaurants,...), first they collect their garbage and second they clean also the street in front of their locals.
Clean Himalaya is separating the garbage up to 16 fractions, some of them can be sold to a recycling plant, the others are dumped at an official dumping site.
So my work is to collect the garbage from the streets, mainly small pieces of chips-, chewingtabaco-, sweet packages and so on. It is really hard, because of the dust and the loud street in which you have to work. Some people come and welcome this work, but do not give much hope. "You know, we people from India will not change...!" I do not care, I am in a grass roots organization, so I just keep on, that is the idea of a grass root organization. After some days, I felt a difference, even the streets looked the same, the shopkeepers are now cleaning in front of their shops, so 2 meters more. I think they just feel sometimes a little bit ashamed of that. Some do not care at all. Environmental conciseness is different here, on the one side the religion sees the nature as body of god and on the other side the people just do not know or do not want to know. A certain ignorance is there.
In Europe, there is the same ignorance, maybe worse than here, because some have lost the connection to the nature and even are not able to see it as the house of god.
The recruitment of new volunteer is also an aim of me, but still just one requested on the papers I put.
These people from Clean Himalaya need help and I like to help them. The Sivananda Ashram is also involved and so this project will go on and I can contribute a small thing.
I am working for them something like 3 hours a day. They try to introduce dust bins in Rishikesh. Here in India nobody is used to use dust bins. Everybody just throw his waste in the streets. The homes in India are very clean, but nobody care about what is happening outside.
So Clean Himalaya has two compromises with their customers ( hotels, shopkeepers, restaurants,...), first they collect their garbage and second they clean also the street in front of their locals.
Clean Himalaya is separating the garbage up to 16 fractions, some of them can be sold to a recycling plant, the others are dumped at an official dumping site.
So my work is to collect the garbage from the streets, mainly small pieces of chips-, chewingtabaco-, sweet packages and so on. It is really hard, because of the dust and the loud street in which you have to work. Some people come and welcome this work, but do not give much hope. "You know, we people from India will not change...!" I do not care, I am in a grass roots organization, so I just keep on, that is the idea of a grass root organization. After some days, I felt a difference, even the streets looked the same, the shopkeepers are now cleaning in front of their shops, so 2 meters more. I think they just feel sometimes a little bit ashamed of that. Some do not care at all. Environmental conciseness is different here, on the one side the religion sees the nature as body of god and on the other side the people just do not know or do not want to know. A certain ignorance is there.
In Europe, there is the same ignorance, maybe worse than here, because some have lost the connection to the nature and even are not able to see it as the house of god.
The recruitment of new volunteer is also an aim of me, but still just one requested on the papers I put.
These people from Clean Himalaya need help and I like to help them. The Sivananda Ashram is also involved and so this project will go on and I can contribute a small thing.
13 Woodfire
Once I came to the Hotel, the young hotel manager was asking me, if I can help him and others to extinguish a wood fire. I looked up the mountain and saw, that it was heavily burning. I jumped in my shoes, grabbed my bag and the torchlight. The motorcycle roared up a small street and suddenly I saw a man with a gun pointing towards us. We stopped!
Luck, it was a friend of Radeek, he came also to extinguish the fire. A Park official joined us after some time.
I was thinking, "How can we extinguish a fire, without water, chainsaw or axe?". The Indians had nothing with them either. We crawled up a step mountain, down under bushes and other vegetation. The official was shooting one time into the air, because there can be tigers. Also Elephants attack, if you disturb them. (For that reason the strange photos with the gun!)
When we reached the first fire, I saw, that just the leaves on the floor and some smaller branches are burning. The big trees were not affected seriously. But still the fire had to be extinguished, because the leaves are the earth of the future. Here they face an erosion problem to, wood fires are just worsening the situation. So I made my small contribution towards the global warming. But still my traveling and internet activity causes much more, than I was able to save in this small effort.
To extinguish the fire actually was simple, the Indian people just broke some small branches and used them to sweep away the try leaves on the floor. So the fire was not able to go further, because on blank earth it can find nourishment. So we were sweeping around the fires, always a little bit away, because the smoke is not very fine and healthy.
It took us some 3 to 4 hours to finish all, going through the middle of the wood in a very steep area. Sometimes I slipped, because it was so steep.
Double click to enlarge!
Luck, it was a friend of Radeek, he came also to extinguish the fire. A Park official joined us after some time.
I was thinking, "How can we extinguish a fire, without water, chainsaw or axe?". The Indians had nothing with them either. We crawled up a step mountain, down under bushes and other vegetation. The official was shooting one time into the air, because there can be tigers. Also Elephants attack, if you disturb them. (For that reason the strange photos with the gun!)
When we reached the first fire, I saw, that just the leaves on the floor and some smaller branches are burning. The big trees were not affected seriously. But still the fire had to be extinguished, because the leaves are the earth of the future. Here they face an erosion problem to, wood fires are just worsening the situation. So I made my small contribution towards the global warming. But still my traveling and internet activity causes much more, than I was able to save in this small effort.
To extinguish the fire actually was simple, the Indian people just broke some small branches and used them to sweep away the try leaves on the floor. So the fire was not able to go further, because on blank earth it can find nourishment. So we were sweeping around the fires, always a little bit away, because the smoke is not very fine and healthy.
It took us some 3 to 4 hours to finish all, going through the middle of the wood in a very steep area. Sometimes I slipped, because it was so steep.
Double click to enlarge!
12 English Rishikesh
Do not worry, the Ganges is here again so clean that I dare to swim. The water is refreshing.
There are very many people here, the rooms are almost all booked. Everywhere, yoga and other stuff from the spiritual sphere of interest.
Sivananda has worked here, this is really an Ashram Ashram, but remember me these people to conservative church fathers.
The ashram of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi is closed. From the outside it looks staggering, so many little huts that look like igloos. The Beatles were here.
But it is also loud, the mopeds honk at every opportunity, not to mention the cars and trucks altogether.
Pilgrims come and go, the Saddhus sitting beside the road. People are lively bathing, but not for fun, but to be cleaned internally.
The yoga classes are very good.
The yoga also comes from alone in this place, sometimes I sit there and my whole body starts automatically with the various exercises.
Legs over his legs and spine neat twist, here comes the fun! Probably the old masters have seen it from the animals. I always remember the cats that show their postrations sometimes.
There are very many people here, the rooms are almost all booked. Everywhere, yoga and other stuff from the spiritual sphere of interest.
Sivananda has worked here, this is really an Ashram Ashram, but remember me these people to conservative church fathers.
The ashram of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi is closed. From the outside it looks staggering, so many little huts that look like igloos. The Beatles were here.
But it is also loud, the mopeds honk at every opportunity, not to mention the cars and trucks altogether.
Pilgrims come and go, the Saddhus sitting beside the road. People are lively bathing, but not for fun, but to be cleaned internally.
The yoga classes are very good.
The yoga also comes from alone in this place, sometimes I sit there and my whole body starts automatically with the various exercises.
Legs over his legs and spine neat twist, here comes the fun! Probably the old masters have seen it from the animals. I always remember the cats that show their postrations sometimes.
Sonntag, 4. April 2010
12 Deutsch Rishikesh
Keine Sorge, der Ganges ist hier wieder so sauber, dass ich mich traue darin zu schwimmen. Die Wassertemperatur ist erfrischend.
Es sind sehr viele Leute hier, die Zimmer sind fast alle ausgebucht. Überall Yoga und sonstiges Zeug aus dem geistigen Interessengebiet.
Sivananda hat hier gewirkt, dieser Ashram ist wirklich ein Ashram, jedoch erinnern mich diese Leute oft an konservative Kirchenväter.
Der Ashram von Maharishi Mahesh Yogi ist leider geschlossen. Von außen sieht er gedoch umwerfend aus, soviele kleine Hütten, die wie Iglus aussehen. Die Beatles waren hier.
Es ist aber auch laut, die Mopeds hupen bei jeder Gelegenheit, von den Autos und Lastwagen ganz zu schweigen.
Pilger kommen und gehen, die Saddhus sitzen neben der Straße. Am Ganges ist reger Badebetrieb, doch nicht zum Spaß, sondern um sich zu innerlich und äußerlich zu reinigen.
Die Yogastunden sind sehr gut.
Die Yoga kommt auch von ganz alleine an diesem Ort, manchmal sitze ich da und mein Körper beginnt ganz automatisch mit den verschiedenen Übungen.
Beine ueber Beine und die Wirbelsäule ordentlich verdrehen, da kommt Spaß auf! Wahrscheinlich haben die alten Meister das Yoga, was "Vereinigung" bedeuten kann, von den Tieren ab geschaut. Ich erinnere mich immer an die Katzen, die ihren Buckel manchmal zeigen.
Es sind sehr viele Leute hier, die Zimmer sind fast alle ausgebucht. Überall Yoga und sonstiges Zeug aus dem geistigen Interessengebiet.
Sivananda hat hier gewirkt, dieser Ashram ist wirklich ein Ashram, jedoch erinnern mich diese Leute oft an konservative Kirchenväter.
Der Ashram von Maharishi Mahesh Yogi ist leider geschlossen. Von außen sieht er gedoch umwerfend aus, soviele kleine Hütten, die wie Iglus aussehen. Die Beatles waren hier.
Es ist aber auch laut, die Mopeds hupen bei jeder Gelegenheit, von den Autos und Lastwagen ganz zu schweigen.
Pilger kommen und gehen, die Saddhus sitzen neben der Straße. Am Ganges ist reger Badebetrieb, doch nicht zum Spaß, sondern um sich zu innerlich und äußerlich zu reinigen.
Die Yogastunden sind sehr gut.
Die Yoga kommt auch von ganz alleine an diesem Ort, manchmal sitze ich da und mein Körper beginnt ganz automatisch mit den verschiedenen Übungen.
Beine ueber Beine und die Wirbelsäule ordentlich verdrehen, da kommt Spaß auf! Wahrscheinlich haben die alten Meister das Yoga, was "Vereinigung" bedeuten kann, von den Tieren ab geschaut. Ich erinnere mich immer an die Katzen, die ihren Buckel manchmal zeigen.
11 English Kumba Mela
All 12 years, holy men of India meet in a place, I have luck, because one of those places is on my travel route.
Haridwar! The Saddhus, holy men dedicate themselves to God. They live on alms of their citizens.
It is an ancient custom in this part of Asia that the Saddhus pray for the normal person who gives alms. Meanwhile, I have get the feeling, that this law has always been caught in imbalance.
Like so many in India, even some ot the Saddhus are no longer on the spiritual path. Just as foreigners we are often viewed not as a creature of God, but as a source of money, you will hear from some corners the cheeky call for money.
I wander through the tent city, tents are everywhere and in most sit a few Indians and pray, or do a ceremony. The Hindus pray to their gods most vociferously, and it is not always put on a good sound value.
I am invited to a tea... the usual small talk begins.
One asks me, why I do not smoke? I tell him that I had lung problems and therefore not smoke. He gives himself macho and thinks that if he has no problems, then I need not have problems.
At that moment something is clear, the Saddhus train their will to the extreme. Corporal sufferings are trivialities. I feel a cold snap at the same time, to me it is strange, because that energy of willpower suppresses the feelings. I will therefore not be a Saddhu, because I do not particularly like this strong discrimination.
The intellectual elite of the country is gathered, I hear some witty words, and to me the conclusion is near that every man wants to find God. Everywhere it is the same pattern, humility, respect and a little bit crazy. The rigid idea of a separate identity, or a book (Bible ,...) are perhaps not for God finding helpful.
We live in a time of religious freedom, but the truth needs arguments to be in this world.
The luck speaks to me on the street, an elderly man invites me to a theater. The story of Shankara, an Indian saint, is shown. The language is Sanskrit, I do not understand, it is beautiful, the tears come into my eyes.
Like a dream goes by the stage, in the end I see the Khatak dance and it happened to me, I felt in love with this country.
Haridwar! The Saddhus, holy men dedicate themselves to God. They live on alms of their citizens.
It is an ancient custom in this part of Asia that the Saddhus pray for the normal person who gives alms. Meanwhile, I have get the feeling, that this law has always been caught in imbalance.
Like so many in India, even some ot the Saddhus are no longer on the spiritual path. Just as foreigners we are often viewed not as a creature of God, but as a source of money, you will hear from some corners the cheeky call for money.
I wander through the tent city, tents are everywhere and in most sit a few Indians and pray, or do a ceremony. The Hindus pray to their gods most vociferously, and it is not always put on a good sound value.
I am invited to a tea... the usual small talk begins.
One asks me, why I do not smoke? I tell him that I had lung problems and therefore not smoke. He gives himself macho and thinks that if he has no problems, then I need not have problems.
At that moment something is clear, the Saddhus train their will to the extreme. Corporal sufferings are trivialities. I feel a cold snap at the same time, to me it is strange, because that energy of willpower suppresses the feelings. I will therefore not be a Saddhu, because I do not particularly like this strong discrimination.
The intellectual elite of the country is gathered, I hear some witty words, and to me the conclusion is near that every man wants to find God. Everywhere it is the same pattern, humility, respect and a little bit crazy. The rigid idea of a separate identity, or a book (Bible ,...) are perhaps not for God finding helpful.
We live in a time of religious freedom, but the truth needs arguments to be in this world.
The luck speaks to me on the street, an elderly man invites me to a theater. The story of Shankara, an Indian saint, is shown. The language is Sanskrit, I do not understand, it is beautiful, the tears come into my eyes.
Like a dream goes by the stage, in the end I see the Khatak dance and it happened to me, I felt in love with this country.
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