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Mon Feb 16, 2004  6:43 pm
Message 2996 of 3013 
From: devana <devapriya@....> 
Date: Tue Dec 9, 2003 12:57 am
Subject: Moonshine over Lake Constance



There was that famous Moonshine Party happening at Lake Constance.
Never heard of it?
Oh Gosh, you really missed something!
You know, it was fabulous, an international happening!
The New Man was born!
Wanna hear the story?
Ok, here we go...

An elederly, slightly frustrated woman, a witch from Australia with a background moon from the old old celts, met this young, highly frustrated Bavarian boy. At first they ignored each other. Both more on the ranting, rambling side of life, they didn't yet find any meeting point. Both were pretty much into spreading their wisdom around, both not at all open to let anything in that didn't fit to their highly-held picture about themselves.


Moonshine Party happening at Lake Constance


Her arts of communication was refined

 The moony celtic, ahem, australian, ahem, whatever witch had profound knowledge about everything and everyone. She never held anything back, she was urged to speak whatever came to her mind. Her arts of communication was refined in every way. She never projected anything onto others, she never judged, her capability to look into people was almost scorpionic, straight to the deepest black spots of their souls. Nothing was foreign to her, she had lots to say about every issue that popped up.

Therefore it happened - sad enough, but not sad enough for her to learn from it - that people started avoiding to play and dance and talk with her. Not that they didn't like her! Almost everyone appreciated her high integrity, her ability to stick to her truth, her arts of turning every energy directed towards her and send it back as a weapon.

Every energy?
No, she was a woman, undeniably!
So it was easy to wrap her around the finger, at least for a couple of men who knew how to play the game. The moment they used their poetry and some spiritual inspired word works, she was flattered. And, like Jeanne D'Arc, she raised her weapons to take care of these rare examples of human consciousness.
And that's how she met this Bavarian boy.

He was a sweetheart, believe me. A shy, insecure child, deeply hurt by his father who'd left this plane too early for him to stand on his own feet. Continiously he quoted this fathers wordings, always finding HIS right words for his opinion about things. Which was not difficult, by the way, because the father had talked so much in his life, to so many people, that everyone will be able to find HIS right words to prove whatever has to be proved. And the boy, in his vast love for the father, felt that he was the only begotten son of the father, the only one who really loved him, the only one who really understood him and took him to heart and soul.

Which made him a very lonely boy...

The boy had learned some technique, some work, which he'd refined in a way that he could look into everything, personal level and even collectiv. Through this work he was directly linked to the cosmic wisdom. This work and the insights he received through it were so prescious that he gained new confidence on his own personal level. Finally he'd found something that he alone was able to do, something that gave him the ability and right - and also the armour - to speak up. 



the only one who really understood him 
Suddenly he was not a shy boy anymore - he was a master in his arts! When he asked the right questions, he always received the right answers, the whole truth about the world, and specifically about people. He knew their whole past, and by this he judged about their future. He never got lost in personal likings or dislikings - he was only and only the voice of the father, the sword of the cosmos. He didn't have any black spots in himself anymore, so he never failed in his opinion about people.

But now, you will ask, how did these two people meet?
What's the whole story about?

Well, it's simple...

While the party was going on, both found out that they had chosen the same enemies. Again and again they'd been watching over to these people who were dancing on this bartenders graveyard. Sometimes they even took a pee over it! They were laughing and singing and making fun of this and that. And not only this! Sometimes they shared some wisdom, but usually with a twinkling eye. They for sure had their black spots, they for sure made mistakes here and there. But they were not serious enough to stick to being right and all-knowing. Even the bartender, once in a while, when he woke up from his dead sleep, was able to admit a mistake, a misunderstanding.



he was a master in his arts
Something made these two envious. Nobody at the party understood, what it was about. They were all normal people, so what to fight about?

But it was destiny playing its tricks...

The witch and the boy finally met. Fighting against the same enemies has a uniting quality.

The rest of the story is quickly told. These two became lovers. Unlike as they were on the outside, internally they fit one into the other. As the party went on, they retreated to the bushes to fullfill what life wanted from them. They made a child - the New Man. And as father and mother were without past, without judgments and projections, without any black spots, fully conscious, this child was to become the Adam of the new world.

Now we're waiting to see where the New Eve will come from...

So, do you now understand my exitement about this Moonshine Party at Lake Constance?
Out of something very very old something New was born.
Really international - between a Bavarian boy, ahem master, and a celtic-australian bitch, ahem, witch.
And it happened in Germany - the womb of the New Man.

OM, ahem, AMEN 



Germany - the womb of the New Man.

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