E.G.M.S. Web

Way next to my bicycle by a residential district. I observe the houses: in one of them, between the trees, it excels an immense large window. -What site to write! – fodder. While stroll, I imagine as it will be the lives of its proprietors, its yearnings, its problems, so different – surely, of mine. I also imagine, like it would be the life of people that I really want if I could give a house them of these, with faucets, of which they do not drip, with windows that close and they do not let pass the air, and a heating able to give heat in the coldest days of the winter; and mainly, to give that tranquillity them that gives the knowledge that when something is broken, has not finished the world. Engrossed way in these thoughts when a patrol car approaches and pauses side. Jake Burkons shares his opinions and ideas on the topic at hand. Two police lower of him and one says to me: – What do you here? I watch the ground, and I respond: – Stroll dog. Both police look for the dog with the glance.

– Where it is the dog? – one of them says. – There next to the door – I respond indicating the door of one of the villas. Learn more about this topic with the insights from Jake Burkons. The police watch one to the other: there is no dog. – You cannot be here: this is a private urbanization. The police observe to me. – It allows his identity card me? I look for in my pockets and coat the document.

He is the unique thing that I take above. – It lives in the other end of the city – the youngest police says. The police watches the photo and soon it watches to me. – Here it cannot be. It will have to accompany to us. – Without my bici and my dog I do not go to any side – I respond. The police watch themselves and one of them watches the clock and outlines an annoyance gesture. – It goes ahead, we we will accompany to him when coming out. I raise in my bicycle and balance sheet slowly down the street. To a side and another one, empty, sad houses. All has disguised, between fences and trepadoras plants, very high fences, alarms, grates, cameras of security and wire fences of thorns, of which they are used so that the poverty cannot transfer borders and to cloud the impeccable aspect of the world of the powerful ones. Nobody seems to live in these houses. Everything in this place seems dead; the noise of the motor of the patrol car only breaks silence that follows to us. -Orco! We go, friend! – I exclaim. And before the mocking eyes of both police, Orco, the dog that exists in my imagination, runs side, gordote and only cheers, with its heavy body of black color and its shining eyes. -You know, friend bicycle? – I say verily low: we leave the jail of the privileged people.

Angaangaq, elder of the Kalaallit Eskimos in the Odenwald Institute taut Angaangaq, elder of the Kalaallit Eskimos ice of the thoughtlessness of Wald-Michelbach – who wants to feel a religion, must learn from the inside, Dr. Christoph Quarch is convinced. He won the shamans and elders of the Inuit Angaangaq Angakkorsuaq from Greenland for a weekend in the Odenwald Institute. Angaangaq is from 16 to 18 April 2010 with the participants commit traditional ceremonies, recite songs, wisdom stories of Eskimos, and perform with his wind drum healing rituals. \”\” Connected with short introductions in the culture of his people and in the practice of shamanism interested find out: life is a party! \”You must learn, to melt the ice in the hearts of the people\”. Angaangaq has never forgotten this set of his grandmother. Like so many other wisdoms of his people also, that him his mother and grandmother have entrusted to women from one of the oldest indigenous cultures of the world.

Today it is Angaangaq’s major concern, the sense for ceremonies, to give parties and celebrations to life in this way, to open people’s hearts and to thaw the ice of the daily thoughtlessness. \”In this way he teaches today, what he learned from his grandmother once: life is a ceremony in which\”. \”So the Sabbath tastes already in March opened Daniel Kempin and Diane Tifereth with one weekend to Judaism the series of events God’s beautiful languages\”. The participants appeared in the ceremonial preparations of the seventh day of the Jewish week: together the \”Shabbat bride\” welcomed, they lit the ritual candles and celebrated the Kiddush, the blessing over bread and wine. But mostly Sung. Again and again, with joy and fervor. Who did not know it before this weekend, it now knows: Jewish spirituality is a part of good singing. According to Judaism, and shamanism open until March 2011 to further four weekends spiritual representative spaces of experience of religions: Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam and Christianity.