DEEPER REFLECTION
Every person has something they are particularly good at. Some skill,
a keen sense of perception, or a special talent. I’m not talking here
about someone who has practised for a long time, etc. — although
that too can certainly be a special ability. Some people are simply
good at training themselves. So gift right from the moment of birth.
I enjoy writing — strange enough, given that I was diagnosed with
dyslexia in the fourth year of primary school.
On the other hand, out of over thirty classmates, a double-digit per-
centage were given the same diagnosis. The teachers were probably
focusing on that at the time, so they weren’t exactly stingy about
handing out those diagnoses.
The nonsense was exposed a year later.
Well, dyslexia isn’t limited to one’s mother tongue alone, and my
classmates, as well as myself, demonstrated quite good skills in
our English lessons. Our German ‘teacher’ taught several classes,
and the same phenomenon was evident in all of them. She was
our form tutor for four years and always had two or three favourite
pupils. I don’t know what the rest of the teaching staff were up to
in the staff room — but the nonsense should have been exposed.
My generation was subjected to similar practices on a physical
level. Many boys were given hormone injections … to bring
their testicles down, and girls were advised at a very early age
to use hormone treatments to prevent early pregnancy. In later
years, we were all then served up HIV... to throw the freedom
we had gained back into the Stone Age. So what is my special
quality or ability?
My unshakeable belief — in the 'Higher Power' in the universe!
Our collective consciousness, no matter how developed it may
be, is the one and only consciousness found everywhere. There
is no other. The more someone tries to convince me of anything,
the more certain they are of their defeat. Nothing and no one can
convince me of anything. I remain steadfast in the expression
granted to me. Let just say: I am stubben…
Today, I find this to be an incredible comfort. I actually feel like
a 25-metre-tall elm tree standing amidst the fields, with endless
stories to tell. Thunderstorms, lovers who proved their affection
beneath my branches and leaves, cold and long winters, wars and
times of drought... I have experienced it all and taken it all in....
I wish you the best of all
michael