My father past away when I was young and after moving from a big city to the country I felt lost. In this context my path crossed the path of a few special persons. In beginning teachers of an Indonesian fighting art but more and more they became my spiritual guides as well. They taught me about the spirit world. About energy being everywhere. They taught me more then I can even start to tell. Some things I do not remember clearly but they always said that I would remember their teachings when I needed them.
I remember an evening when I was practicing with the wife of my teacher. I do not know how people call this exercise but it had to do with sensitivity. We would make contact with each other, empty our minds and after a short while images would come in. In the beginning I would try to capture these images but then they would always fade. After some practice you learn how to stay empty, doing nothing. The images contain information for the other person.
Some of these images are still true for me. They taught me to use the forests. There is a relaxing, strengthening and curing energy. Trees can help you to keep your feet on the ground. I do not know the English term. A translation of the Dutch term would be “grounding”. It’s like having roots in the ground. They also taught me about my chaos side. Whirling clouds moving fast in the sky. Full of rage and energy.
Both of these forces move trough me like ying and yang.
I miss the evenings with my teachers. They live far away now. Although I learned enough to find my own way through life I still feel like they are looking out for me from a distance.
Painting by Karl bang
The Living Room 