And when I undertook my excursions into the infinite worlds of the unconscious, I had these words only in the approaches to understand often very large problems, sometimes I don’t even reminded me. Especially if I my itinerary bolder grew wise advanced and from unconsciousness, loss and maybe even unconsciousness, I knew anything more from the words that adorn in my home or in our country so great and so open about everything existent. From the words themselves, as well as by the deeper meaning, I was light years in my perception”removed as equally close as TV. I could not even remember my true home. I had temporarily easily identified me with the limitations of my perception and toggled the flexibility of my consciousness thus a. “” A function, which we all “as the phenomenon of oblivion” know and I therefore also not really should mention it, if I could not use this as an introduction to the actual story.
The story saying, which one of those countless existing individuals describes a fictitious journey into the landscape of unconsciousness, which we call people and which again you from the pain of oblivion and then by the joy of remembering is accompanied, entsagend only the awareness, of her removing to himself again to tend to her, to approach. So self and collective awareness to the delight, just with different words said to occupy a workshop in temporary amnesia. We are short and hopefully understandable said so, beings from the land of freedom and love, who decide to make a trip to the Menschenkleide in the Menschenleibe to visit the world of duality and apparent contradictions. And this not-to-last but not least, to us in this way, this way, the unit, to be conscious of as unsorted awareness. In this sense, I can so say, although I never really left this magnificent and heavenly place: I was not here, at least not consciously and actually it still not so long is that I here was still on the Bewusstwerdungs road.