How Tantra Gave Me a Parsonage — Part Four: Spray
The energy of my tantra initiation follows me into sleep — and I become the wrathful dakini Simhamukha.
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How Tantra Gave Me a Parsonage – Part Three: Initiation
A secret tantric initiation, a red blindfold — and a prophecy that changes everything.
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How Tantra Gave Me a Parsonage – Part Two: Hypnotized
I’m on my way to the retreat house at the end of the world, to practice magical tantra. Hypnotized by the landscape, by music, by a dream that’s tuning itself to what’s coming.
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How Tantra Gave Me a Parsonage — Part One: My Devil
He has been wandering around my room for years — my devil. The search for a symbol for one’s own darkness leads deeper than expected: from Zen collapse to a first encounter with the shadow.
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How Tantra Gave Me a Parsonage — The Backstory of My New Life
Written at a time when I had no idea where all of this would lead. The backstory of a series on Tantra, dreams and a rectory in northern Germany.
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Rite de Passage
Biographical ruptures are part of life. The ego knows this too – and hates it anyway. A post about transitions, inner voices, and the question of who turns out to be right in the end.
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The Interpreter
As a tarot reader, I translate what my clients’ wise Inner Voice wishes to tell them. That is my function. Nothing more — and nothing less.
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Expectations
Clients want a happy ending — but life does what it wants. On the greatest challenge of being a tarot reader.
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Shock
On the train back from Upper Bavaria, the strange feeling came over me that somewhere out there, a place was calling. That night I dreamed of an old evangelical parsonage with a pond. The next morning, I found the listing online.
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The Wolf
‘The world must be romanticised,’ wrote Novalis. I am not sure he had a large grey wolf in mind — but mine appeared during a meditation retreat and has refused to leave.
