Atlantis sank. The exodus of the Jews from Egypt was accompanied by three days of darkness. During Ragnarök, the wolf Fenrir devours the sun, ushering in an endless night. The Japanese sun goddess Amaterasu locks herself in her cave for several days. Then there are myths about floods. The most well-known are probably the deluge and the sinking of Atlantis. What is also interesting for the following article: tectonics. The movement of the tectonic plates… Continue reading „The hard legacy of Myths“
Autor: Ironwhistle
On the Edge
He turned around and tried to wrap the blankets around his body in his half-sleep. Many consider March to be warm, but it isn’t. Not when you’re sleeping outside, when you’ve eaten little, and when a completely different kind of cold is present every day: the cold in the hearts of those who walked past him, looked down on him, and showed him their disdain. Who made it clear to him day after day what he was to them. A dirty bum, someone who had failed in life. A parasite and superfluous. Someone nobody wanted. Continue reading „On the Edge“
The Witch
She was trembling. The vaults were damp and cold, and they had given her nothing with which she could cover her nakedness. The sounds were horrifying, echoing through the dark dungeon with a metallic clatter and distant thuds. In this world of shadows and screams, sounds always meant approaching pain and despair. Continue reading „The Witch“
Christmas 1979
He sat on the old, worn-out armchair, the same one he had been sitting on when his wife was still alive. The television he stared at was not much younger than he was. Occasionally, he remembered better times, back when his back was still strong and his legs carried him safely through the world. Yes, those were good times, when he could wander the Christmas markets with his wife and children, occasionally sipping mulled wine. Nowadays, he mostly sat in his chair, listened to the radio, or watched TV shows that, with their modern and loud style, filled him with fear about this new world outside. In his old age, the former charmer had turned into a quiet, sad man fighting with his loneliness and memories. Continue reading „Christmas 1979“
Sparks of Fire
Evening mood – The sky takes on the color of the port in my hand in the light of the setting sun, while the small lake below seems to shimmer like lead. A dark red – like a sea of copper and dark blood, streaked with orange and violet stripes, and in the background, the dark silhouettes of the mountains paint themselves against the horizon. Continue reading „Sparks of Fire“
Spiritual awakening, or spiritual distraction? A free spiritual Consultation!
Spiritual awakening or spiritual distraction? Free spiritual guidance
For years now, it has been noticeable that people in our society are yearning for true spirituality. The church, with all its lies, deceptions, hypocritical actions, and developments that contradict its own rules, cannot fill this void. Because it itself stands „on the other side“ and acts accordingly. And people recognize this fraud, these lies, and that’s why they turn away from the church, leaving it en masse.
But who catches these people? Continue reading „Spiritual awakening, or spiritual distraction? A free spiritual Consultation!“
Belgium, 1916
When he woke up, it was quiet around him. A light mist drifted over the desolate landscape, and he rolled onto his stomach. His foot was caught in the barbed wire. He hadn’t made it to the trench, and something hard had struck him in the back. He was cold, terribly cold, and he pulled the dirty and torn coat tighter around his shoulders. He thought of the landscape as it was two years ago—blooming fields and trees, a sky that always promised a good morning. And today? A no-man’s land of mud and trenches, contested from all sides, drenched in the blood of those who were revered as heroes far from this hell. Continue reading „Belgium, 1916“
Mental Models
When we speak, we use terms that describe certain circumstances. Whether you are standing before a shaman who tells you that the gods or spirits are angry with you and that’s why you are ill, or before a doctor who explains why you have diabetes – there is really only one thing that matters to you: getting healthy. Regardless of whether you attribute the things that happen to you to spirits or genes. Continue reading „Mental Models“
What is Beauty?
I saw beauty in furrowed faces shaped by life, and I saw disgust and ugliness in the faces of those commonly deemed rich and beautiful. So, what is beauty? I have asked myself this question for many years. Because I saw beauty in so many people, yet I could never truly tie it to outward appearances: there were those who were heavy, thin, athletic, and average folks—some even resembled each other, yet I found one person beautiful and another less so. Continue reading „What is Beauty?“
A Story about Words, Stones and Memorys …
I’d like to invite you to join me on a little journey. A journey back to a time when I thought less about the consequences of my actions and words—or more accurately, about what happens when you fail to act or speak.
The idea to write this came to me through the question of repentance, a question some people like to ask. Maybe this is a confession, or perhaps it’s a way to make peace with myself. And if it encourages someone else to reflect, then it has a purpose… Continue reading „A Story about Words, Stones and Memorys …“