On A Vacation

Hi folks. I am back from a short vacation into the mountain  scenery of Austria. The castle of Klaus is situated above the „Stausee Klaus“ and sits so high on its place it might be called „Eagles Nest“.

I am proud to share some photos with you. They’re taken with the camera of my cellphone so they’re pretty much amateur-like. Nevertheless it’s the content that matters. Have fun!

Bahnstrecke Steyrtal Pyhrnbahn Blick ins Tal von Micheldorf Bootshaus am Stausee Klaus Buchenlaub und Berge einsamkeit und leere Kastanienzweig In Klaus Micheldorf Ortsende mit Bergblick Micheldorf Steyermark Ortsteil Schoen Schloss auf dem Bergsporn Schloss Klaus an der Pyhrnbahn See im Nebel Steine sammeln Steine wegwerfen Vom Schloss ins Tal auf den Stausee

About Wisdom / Über die Weisheit

First the beloved english language for the readers from overseas:

Wisdom is inviting to her meal

1 Wisdom hath builded her house, she hath hewn out her seven pillars:
2 She hath killed her beasts; she hath mingled her wine; she hath also furnished her table.
3 She hath sent forth her maidens: she crieth upon the highest places of the city,
4 Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither: as for him that wanteth understanding, she saith to him,
5 Come, eat of my bread, and drink of the wine which I have mingled.
6 Forsake the foolish, and live; and go in the way of understanding.
7 He that reproveth a scorner getteth to himself shame: and he that rebuketh a wicked man getteth himself a blot.
8 Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee: rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee.
9 Give instruction to a wise man, and he will be yet wiser: teach a just man, and he will increase in learning.
10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.
11 For by me thy days shall be multiplied, and the years of thy life shall be increased.
12 If thou be wise, thou shalt be wise for thyself: but if thou scornest, thou alone shalt bear it.
13 A foolish woman is clamorous: she is simple, and knoweth nothing.
14 For she sitteth at the door of her house, on a seat in the high places of the city,
15 To call passengers who go right on their ways:
16 Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither: and as for him that wanteth understanding, she saith to him,
17 Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.
18 But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell.

Second the german version für meine deutschen Leser:

Weisheit und Torheit laden zum Mahle

1 Die Weisheit hat ihr Haus gebaut und ihre sieben Säulen behauen.
2 Sie hat ihr Vieh geschlachtet, ihren Wein gemischt und ihren Tisch bereitet 3 und sandte ihre Mägde aus, zu rufen oben auf den Höhen der Stadt:
4 »Wer noch unverständig ist, der kehre hier ein!«, und zum Toren spricht sie:
5 »Kommt, esst von meinem Brot und trinkt von dem Wein, den ich gemischt habe!
6 Verlasst die Torheit, so werdet ihr leben, und geht auf dem Wege der Klugheit.«
7 Wer den Spötter belehrt, der trägt Schande davon, und wer den Gottlosen zurechtweist, holt sich Schmach.
8 Rüge nicht den Spötter, dass er dich nicht hasse; rüge den Weisen, der wird dich lieben.
9 Gib dem Weisen, so wird er noch weiser werden; lehre den Gerechten, so wird er in der Lehre zunehmen.
10 Der Weisheit Anfang ist die Furcht des HERRN, und den Heiligen erkennen, das ist Verstand.
11 Denn durch mich werden deine Tage viel werden und die Jahre deines Lebens sich mehren.
12 Bist du weise, so bist du’s dir zugut; bist du ein Spötter, so musst du’s allein tragen.
13 Frau Torheit ist ein unbändiges Weib, verführerisch, und weiß nichts von Scham.
14 Sie sitzt vor der Tür ihres Hauses auf einem Thron auf den Höhen der Stadt,
15 einzuladen alle, die vorübergehen und richtig auf ihrem Wege wandeln:
16 »Wer noch unverständig ist, der kehre hier ein!«, und zum Toren spricht sie:
17 »Gestohlenes Wasser ist süß, und heimliches Brot schmeckt fein.«
18 Er weiß aber nicht, dass dort nur die Schatten wohnen, dass ihre Gäste in der Tiefe des Todes hausen.

(Some foolish sentences following here. Go on with it on your own risk!)

Update 2026: Solche Sachen denkt und tut man, wenn man Manie hat. Das Folgende ist also nicht so wirklich ernst zu nehmen. Gruß, Stefan


Excuse me for taking the risk of going rogue here. *smile*

First I recognized that the german translation is not correct at one point. While the english version says „2 She hath killed her beasts…“ the german version reads „she has slaughtered her cattle“ which is totally lush compared to the english version. Only by intuition I would prefer the english version because „to kill one’s beasts“ speaks about the spiritual beasts like wrath, fear of men, laziness, and many more (you name it).

Second I was aware immediately that I do experience the exact and entire effect in my strive to teach people. Not that I am the promenading, the commuting wisdom by myself! But there’s a slight amount of insight every here and there which is requested by some people. On the one hand there are people ready for listening, and well prepared to understand. There is a preparation of a supernatural kind in that these people always confirm what I say or, somehow more crazy, take the words out of my mouth.

It is just a joyful and cheering experience to have this kind of listener around. It brings us up emotionally and rationally.

On the other hand there are these people just unready to hear, unready to understand, unwillig to even accept me as a speaker of wisdom. It is a non-rewarding process, it is in fact „pain in the a**“ to try to teach them anything. They’re getting hard like stone, they’re getting angry, more angry when not aggressive at all. You have the feeling of fooling yourself while speaking against a wall.

Not the kind of experience you need to have….*seufz*

So there’s an urgent NEED to know BEFORE who is READY and well prepared by the spirit to receive a message. This is a matter of differentiation which has to be learned by heart. After the tenth fail one is going to inquire WHAT the characteristic things about the „chosen“ people are. And one will realize that the decision is easyliy made by the rejecting habitus of the bad guys and by the receiving habitus of the good guys. Finally there’s a very intensive and impressive attribute of those having been able to listen and to understand: they will say „thank you“ by no reason but their thankfulness.

GREAT experience, really.

The Innermost Decisions

Here I am with the spiritual outcome of a wonderful if not AWESOME easter sunday.

Instead of attending the sunday service of local lutheran church I decided to take a walk along the most beautiful landscape I am able to reach by car. This landscape is for me like a little paradise, in a way of a pre-valent heaven.

I always appreciated GODs nature and creation. A day like last sunday is a perfect creation of wholesome holiness, with a magical mysterically power of healing. It starts with the blurring sunbeams, moves on to the trees full of opening buds and doesn’t end with the smell of an arousing, fertile and wettish soil.

There’s music in the air. There’s wind in my hair. There’s a deerstand everywhere.

I felt the urge to take 267 photos of all of the beauty but realized that this could NOT be useful. Taking photos immediately distracts you from the genuine access to the pure nature and to the spirit of the morning.

Taking photos is kind of counter-productive for a spiritual experience.

Nevertheless I could not longer withstand this urgent drive when I met with this beautiful ponds between the woodlands and the meadows….it’s only natural.

I am extremely „pond-fond“ or better pointed out: „fond of ponds“ – a feature I was simply born with. According to that I like everything that swims, everything that dives, and everything that flows. I used to build great and large dam-projects, finally leading one ore another little creek into a very new streambed. (I use to return to the places of my childhood to check for the state of wellfare of my childhood projects! And yes – my dams stand their ground, no matter what! *yee-haw*)

Enough words for the moment, let us now come to the interesting thing here: the pictures. I invested more than dirty shoes but even dirty trousers and hands to manage taking these. Have fun – enjoy!

[There are captions added to each and every photo but be aware that this doesn’t necessarily mean there’s something informative in it. Take it nice and easy.]

this is a structure without structure

This is a structure without structure…

there are mystical secrets inscripted into the tree

Mystical secrets inscripted here…

my hand heals the tree with supernatural healing power

Elton John was aware of his healing hands – me tooo….

church in gothic style

We germans DO have a need for a „church inside the church“ – really!

wooden pole under water

Time will tell us the truth no matter what about….

wooden pole penetrating the earth

You may feel like there’s an „upside-down“-feature but NO: this pole came out of heaven right in front of my camera….

the surface of heaven is a rippled one
The surface of heaven is a rippled one

the german landscape is more than beautiful
The german landscape is more than beautiful

Thank you for attending this nature-bounded divine service with me. Do me a favour and spread the word on your blog.Thanks in advance.

Früher.

Mein Nachbar sagt, daß es früher viel mehr Singvögel gab. Er muß es wissen, denn er ist ein Vogelnarr. Ich dagegen bin keiner, ich kann bei diesem Gegenstand objektiver denken. Ich habe nicht das Gefühl, die Vögel wären verschwunden. MEINE Vögel sind ALLE noch da: die Amsel, die Drossel, der Fink und der Star. Und auch der Spatz.

Daß sie nicht direkt zu DEN 5 Quadratmetern kommen, wo der 80jährige Nachbar mittlerweile seinen Aktionsradius hat, das kann er nicht so recht akzeptieren. ER ist doch der Vogelnarr, also…??

Vielleicht möchte er gar nicht merken, daß sein Aktionsradius rapide kleiner wird?

Daß früher alles besser war, ist eine anthropologische Konstante. Wenn zu allen Zeiten die Menschen dieser Meinung waren, dann muß da doch wohl etwas dran sein?!

[Hier im Erzgebirge leben sehr konservative Menschen, die zuerst ihre Traditionen, dann ihre Mundart, danach auch ihre Lieder und ihren Glauben, in die Zukunft transportieren möchten. Darum ist das folgende Lied für Nicht-Erzgebirgler etwas unverständlich.]

Song des Tages: „Frieher“

by Tobias Markstein #handaufserz

Stimmen Im Wind

Die Schlagerfreunde unter uns werden jetzt direkt an Juliane Werding denken müssen: „Stimmen im Wind, die so zärtlich und so liebevoll sind…sei nicht traurig, Susann – es fängt alles erst an…“
Yes.
Juliane Werding ist immer eine spirituelle Person gewesen, sie nimmt eine Sonderstellung unter den deutschen Schlagertussis ein – denn SIE ist keine Schlagertussi. Sie ist eine Heilerin. Und sie ist in vorbildlicher Weise konsequent gewesen, als sie nämlich ihre Berufung zur Heilerin erkannte, hängte sie das Singen für Geld an den Nagel. Sie ist jetzt Heilpraktikerin. This is a suitable way for mental health!! So erhält man sich seine psychische Gesundheit! Follow your personal call…

Dieser Text ist die Weiterführung des letzten Beitrages, denn das Thema „Depressionen & psychische Störungen“ ist gerade einmal angerissen worden. Ein Anriß erzeugt aber viele Risse, und am Ende zerreißt wohl sogar manche Kette, die unzerreißbar schien. *yee-haaa!*

Wie immer bei einem spektakulären Suizid wurde eine mediale Welle ausgelöst, deren Ausläufer nun überall an die Ufer des Internets schwappen – so auch an diesen Strand hier. Was angespült wurde, sammle ich in ein Körbchen (damit der Strand sauber bleibt!) und stelle es den LeserInnen zur Diskussion.

Motti:

Mindestens die Hälfte meiner Bekannten hatte schon mal die Diagnose: psychisch krank. Wer nicht depressiv ist, muss blind sein, wer kein Burn-out hat, hat nie für etwas gebrannt.

Bis zum Abitur wurden zwei Mädchen meiner Stufe magersüchtig. Bei Abendessen werden Therapieansätze und Tavor genauso selbstverständlich besprochen wie Töpferkurse. Eher selbstverständlicher, wir töpfern schließlich nicht. Wir sind ja nicht verrückt, sondern jung, schön und erfolgreich. Und eben, wenn das mal nicht läuft, krank.

Zitat des Tages:

Wenn man weiß, wer ‘Der Böse’ ist, hat der Tag Struktur.

(V. Pispers)

Let us start here.
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Still Live Photos

I have not blogged in a long row of days now. I was in danger to fall back into old behaviour. I was in danger to recall my craving for more and more and more visitors. I was in danger for resurrecting my intensive and extensive blog-addiction which absorbed me once before and kept me in enchained in strong handcuffs.

I was aware that I had to stop for awhile. I stopped. I slowed down my pace. I didn’t even WATCH the counter. The counter is a relentless lord who tells you strictly if you have failed or if you have won the daily race for a new record!

Dear blogger, dear bloggerin, stay away from your counter. Maybe he is coming like a thieve in the night stealing away your freedom, replacing it by a handcuff called „more visitors each day“. I have a bad experience with that dangerous master who enslaved me for a sad and lonely 7 years! Be warned hereby.

I thought it would be fine to recreate my little blog for the better. I have brought to you some occasional photos of my room. It is no artistic or artificial work but it’s nice enough…

…isn’t it??

View From The Window Of My Room

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Now it is all about the inside. Have fun. All pics free for your every ideas/purposes/businesses/whatever.

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This was the first series. A second one comes after the cut. This time it is all in negative colouring.

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This Short Cut!

People’s destiny is often similar to a tuna fish and a fisherman.

Life offers you a koeder [bait]; you’re driven to snap and swallow it. So the fisherman has hooked you – and his only purpose NOW is: to drill the tuna. [you may read „to fight the tuna“ while „drilling“ is the german word that speaks phonetically more than „fight“]

Big Fish Monster Of The Seas

Some tunas are a muscle-packed bundle full of energy. The drill will go on for hours and hours. Who is the first to resign – the first to SURRENDER ? No, not the fisherman. He is ready to fix his line for an occasional relax cigarette before he goes on drilling, with a certain amount of satisfaction and a rudely grinning face.

The tuna is less lucky. His body cries for relaxation that he will not get. He has to fight unless one of two options takes over: his exhaustedness forces him to let go – the fisherman wins. The tuna is now lifted out of his element, fixed to the ground by a cruel foot in boots, where he receives a final stab into his head.

His fight has not payed off for him. He who is chosen by destiny may just incidentally tear and tear and tear again; — finally ripping the hook off! his mouth, leaving the place seriously wounded, but

alive.

One out of a hundred could be the applicable quota….

…thats what destiny may hold for you; and may NOT hold for ME.

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And this is what destiny holds for tunas respectively
for marlins, while Ernest comes along!

most wanted death or alive marlins plus hemingway

Non-Ambitious Composing

This little piece of Keyboard music I made in ancient times, when I was prepared for the occasional jam session and the recording unit was on stand-by.

It is made out of the moment. It didn’t take time to polish or to complete the arrangement. Just an „out-of-the-box“ – recording. The drum-track was added afterwards by a Roland Octapad. Drumming is my favourite kind of playing music. Next to it comes the Piano which I play only as unskilled auto-didact.

Her Craziness Miss Hagen

That woman was born Nina Hagen to the east german actress Eva-Maria Hagen and a not-so-important father, Hans Oliva-Hagen (the man committed suicide, sad to say). The lack of a father was the crucial point in Ninas life. Nina Hagen was a stage addict from her first steps on until recent. And she really turned her inside out when on stage and the beams fired into her face!

Her stepfather was east-german dissident Wolf Biermann (a Jew by birth but NOT by heart) who was up to be an iconic figurehead (Galionsfigur) of counter communism. Subsequently the communist leaders turned him down and forced him to leave the GDR. This caused a veritable shit-storm among the culture scene of the GDR. Lots of fellow artists joined Biermann and emigrated into the Bundesrepublik. Biermann was crushing into the heart of TV watchers by celebrating a victory performance live in the Koeln Arena. It was a serious defeat of communist party SED!

Afterwards, as restrictions were growing stronger and stronger, Nina Hagen decided to follow Wolf Biermann into his emigration. She left with nearly nothing but her super creative mind and a bunch of hot punk songs…and her violent screaming-linke voice, of course. After years in the centre of punk, London, she formed a new band in germanyand became a household number in west german music scene. She celebrated punk like no other german musician. Her first album became an international success. Many more came along…

…and after a spiritual world-trip from drugs to buddhism to hinduism to esoterics she finally had had dropped herself into the baptizing waters in a lower saxony lutheran church. STRIKE!

She came home.

And it is amazing how strong she stands her ground even though she’s teased and mocked by her former fans and followers…she gives a sh*t of them all and preaches the GOSPEL. This is what one super-natural power can do and how this (unnamed) power is working. I love Ninas Album „Personal Jesus“ which is pure gospel…and I dedicate my little dumb artwork to her and to the super-natural power she’s been saved by.

Go, Nina, GO!

Nice artwork of Nina Hagen

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