Must be where the original love, so the myth of the Hindu Bhagavad Gita, everything Maskenhafte behind, before the one in the other can become the redemptive. Where the relationship as the reluctant in the own person to see, those mental poisons that accompany us everywhere and unconsciously and destructive way: the countless joys of replacement as greed the preventer as hatred of the common origin of the two, the FSI, the fundamental ignorance of the origin of time and spaceless. What embarrassed was us it the time of Baader-Meinhof that was dominated by events in the world increasingly by the Poisons of the mind and it seems few noticed. To the extent that the inner contemplation in the outer feel disappeared, was faster, more superficial, consumption-oriented, mirroring, only dualistic understood life. The extinction accelerated, Manager salaries climbed elsewhere starved on the five hundred times their exploiters, Children, the ozone hole grew, the polar ice caps melted etc. But unlike as Ulrike Meinhof and Andreas Baader, we decided to avoid looking for i.e. the way inside the dualism consistent nature of suing all spirit in us to fathom.

Specifically, it meant changing the mental poisons in the original joy, love and mercy. Despite all setbacks and hostility of the speech is in this Eisenhut. The cover image (oil on canvas, 80 x 60) was created after hearing the song white flag”of the singer Dido. Many years ago in an interview in the Dordogne, an old Tibetan Lama Gendun Rinpoche once said the author should choose the joy to the exclusive subject of meditation. Long the Lama to not understand Lothar Atzert, what meant just joy, without the other richness of Tibetan tantric practices. (Probably he realized Atzerts laziness…) When he one day in a State of great despair heard the voice of the British since it was currently Crystal clear: Aconitum napellus for white flag! Dido the screen, thanks to you, you sweet can you hear me? The Monkshood Lothar Atzert spirit Rainbow Verlag ISBN 978-3-937568-94-2 the book appears in early January 2007 we were plants instead of people, so I chose the blue Monkshood the Aconitum: who takes on wrong way about him, must die.