Hans’ Birthday

The vet just sent Hans a happy birthday card. I had thought his birthday was in early August, which perhaps it is. On the other hand, perhaps it’s today. And we should begin celebrating right now.

So Hans is 6, and he came to me aged 2 1/2, when a light worker who had known Snoepie, my earlier dachshund phoned that there was a dog just for  me.  She said he had been for a month at a vet shelter, and the fact that no one had taken him was a clue. She also said that he had lived with a lady in her eighties, who could not walk him outside. So he did not know other dogs or the system of walks. And she had just passed away. And Hans had been in the room alone for a day and a half with her body.

When he came to me, the first weekend was a DaBen seminar, so he stayed on the bed with me, listening to DaBen journeys. And he loved them. But in other ways he was like a wild, attacking Doberman. He was sure he had to protect his food and his toys. And threatened me with bites if I didn’t agree. It took me a few days to realize that it was bluff. Then I was able to step in and teach him that we were a food-and-toy team. Now if he wants me to take a treat upstairs he stands over it, waiting for me to pick both him and the treat up.

He took instantly to the meditations and never had a moment’s problem with sitting in the classes I teach, just like Snoepie before him, who received a graduation certificate in light body (that was well deserved). They are on the light body grid with all the humans and probably with their soul groupings’ energy as well.

So I am glad to be notified of Hans’ birthday, which was on a plaque he came with. And will make sure he has a happy day, though I have to go out, which he doesn’t like at all. What bundles of joy pets can be and usually are. According to Rudolp Steiner, if I remember correctly, he believed they represented and held our emotions for us. Will have to look up the exact thing he said, but the reason I remember is that the more I learn about animals, the more I can see what he meant. Caesar, of course, says they reflect our emotions, which is similar.


Mircea Ivanescu, Romanian poet

Mircea Ivanescu  has just risen up to the heavens, or wherever he is. I say it that way because he was so unpredictable, so unique, never able to be “one of the gang,” a joiner. He lived in Romania.  Once about to come to the US – I believe it was to be the head of a university – he was questioned about his English. Now, Mr. Ivanescu had translated many English-language texts, including Ulysses by James Joyce, and had translated practically all of Kafka from the German. He was a shy man, who never  pushed himself forward. Rather, he was reclusive and for many people very hard to find. So at this interview, instead of admiting that he was fluent, he somehow got the interviewer to wonder if it spoke it well enough, agreeing that it was a good question, and whether he should get a visa to the US.  The man hadn’t a clue about his identity. As it turned out, Mr. Ivanescu didn’t go. What would have happened if this brilliant, shy, postmodernist poet had arrived on our shores, I don’t know, except something illuminating for us. For him as well.  Instead, he stayed in his country, continued translating practically the whole library of famous English-language books, got the Gold Medal for his life work in poetry and translating. And eventually, when his wife died, retired behind his garden gates, never to emerge, and just flew away into the heavens, as I said, yesterday.

The links to his obituary are no longer live, but here you can read a sample of his poetry he translated into English himself and gave to me to post on my webpages

I can see him as we took the laptop to him to view it.  He didn’t have computer. He used a sturdy, very old typewriter. But his spirit was as  modern as an old soul’s can be.





Light Beings

Many of us know the word “light being.” A shaman teacher I had, Joska Soos,  used to paint them. I wonder how many people can “see” the light beings I see, and compare the difference, in the two photographs I just posted here. I would love to know what you see. The small one at the top was in Romania, in  a “flying fleet.” But I saw a much coarser look than in the light-streaming being at the bottom, larger. Yet both had similar overall features. However, the larger one may only have assumed the form for a moment. If anyone has another story to go with them, let me know.


Athenian democracy brought  a lot to the world. Now, in its economic tumult –  perhaps default on its debt – when unemployment is raging and people are asked to tighten yet once again their belts after every place for a notch has been used, some people are beginning to ask: Well, why not just go the way of Argentina? It defaulted and it rebounded back. The stakes and issues are monumental. Leave it to the world’s first democracy to tackle the very framework of democracy.

What is at stake is so complex and now so late in the game, insofar as balancing any budget. But the Greeks have often lit the way. We still love their statues, their Mediterranean way of life, their sunshiny beaches, the old agoras, Socrates, Plato. Let’s find out more. Not that I know the right answer. But some are comparing their struggles to those that just took place in Egypt. Some say it has to do with the banking infrastructure.

Helen Titchen Beeth, on twitter, cites an article “This is not a fiscal crisis in Greece, but a financial crisis in the European banking sector.”

They might not even want to be rescued, one observer writes – pointing to the way of Argentina. But then what would happen to the world economy?  to the Euro? So many puzzles.  Saying it’s not because of “Greek laziness,” the Guardian’s Michael Burke notes that Greeks work the second-longest weekly hours of any workers in Europe and have the highest level of weekend hours worked.” Again, I don’t know the answer. Read this very interesting article about it “not [being] a financial crisis” if you want to find out more.  And/or follow Helen Titchen Beeth, as I do.

Feeding on Wisdom

Looking at my memoir up till age 30 (marriage) now trimmed down and neat, with beautiful outlines showing, I feel great satisfaction in sculpting what I have been. Cutting out the excess to leave a supple plot. Leonardo said: “Acquire something during your youth to provide for your losses in old age. If you intend for your old age to feed on wisdom, so act during your youth that you may not lack food during your old age.”

Well, it’s true for any age – that you are storing up the wisdom it allowed you. But if you at any point take the longview, it’s great if you can see the clear lines of the picture. Who have you been? Where have you traveled? What food did you acquire to feed yourself if you were cut off in a cave and had to digest it? Would you find it appetizing and nourishing, the fruit of your travels?