06 Thursday Mar 2014
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THE VEIL OF THIS WORLD
The wall of this world only grows thin
through the love that we bring.
And at last it becomes a beautiful veil
that breezes along as Love’s divine tale,
displaying each instant God’s blissful eternity
to the eternally free.
13 Thursday Feb 2014
Posted in A Course in Miracles, Depression, Fear, Healing, Health, Holy Spirit, Jesus, Literature, Mary, Miracle, MS, Poetry, The Divine, Universal Intelligence, Writing
This poem originated from an experience several monthes ago, when I took a rest on our terrasse from intense business with various texts and an aching heart. I was afraid to suffer a heart attack any moment. Through the experience, where this poem is coming from, my pain was gone within a short time and I could take some relaxed breaths again.
As I found out later, this poem has, the deeper you go into its thoughts, a healing capacity indeed. I have had the experience, that it can be applied helpfully to all sorts of restricting and frightening situations.
A HEAVEN’S KISS
The hush of Mary cools my aching, burning heart,
her love comes streaming through my dark.
While Jesus’ hands relieve my shoulders from behind,
putting to ease my troubled, busy mind.
The while my legs and belly feel a Chinese master’s touch,
they never had relaxed that much …
And from above comes Heaven’s kiss,
oh what enormous, time- and space-less, happy bliss!
Christoph Engen
05 Wednesday Feb 2014
MOMENTS OF HEAVEN, HOLY ENCOUNTERS
Opposite our little porch-garden there’s a six story office-building, and when I sit on our porch once in a while puffing a self-rolled cigarette, sometimes a man my age opens up a corner-window in the fifth floor and lights a cigarette too. We soon started waving hands at each other happily. We don’t know each other’s names or jobs or stories or whatever and only once so far we had exchanged words over the distance of those thirty meters.
Even though it had been winter, the weather was like in spring, and my cigarette-fellow opened his arms like in demonstration of this unusual climate and yelled at me: “No snow!” “Thank God!” I yelled back and we laughed.
The last two, three times this cigarette-encounter happened, I realized, the moment we would greet each other happily and wave hands, this very moment there was but a blazing white light filled with joy to be experienced. There were absolutely no thoughts involved. There was just this moment of joyful mutual recognition in a blaze of white light.
Back in my thoughts I eventually realized, this is exactly what we call heaven. And how easily heaven can be attained!
It’s exactly the same as when little children wave at you from inside their cars when you’re driving along on a freeway. They don’t know anything about you and couldn’t care less. They’re just happy to meet and greet someone who’s on his way too!
Christoph Engen, February 5, 2014
26 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in A Course in Miracles, Awakening, Christmas, Forgiving, God, Healing, Poetry, Responsibility, Short Story, The Divine
A pre-Christmas lunch
The other day my wife Evi and I were invited for a little Italian lunch at our son’s place. I wasn’t sure if I was going to go since my son hadn’t invited my old Mom as well. Of course she wasn’t real easy to handle and of course she didn’t like going out from her old-peoples’ residence too much anyway and be aside Evi and I had had her over at our place the day before. However I was angry at my son anyway. At least he could have asked her, I thought. Well, he hadn’t.
Finally I decided to go to our son’s and his girlfriend’s invitation anyway. It was the last chance to see them and our little granddaughter for a few weeks to come. And, by the way, I felt hungry!
All sorts of educational thoughts where shooting through my mind on our way in the car, but fortunately I shoved them aside and decided to keep my mouth shut as to grandma. I had so often mentioned those things to my son before. Beside my mother had rarely been too much of an interested grandma herself.
We were welcomed very affectionately. My son was quite amazed I didn’t take the elevator up to their 4. floor apartment, but came rather nimbly climbing up the staircase. After over 20 years on crutches. And as I spun round in sort of a pirouette afterwards in the kitchen, his eyes were shining with joy.
Then, as I watched him cook so very diligently with us shooting the bull and laughing it away, still those educational thoughts popped up in my mind.
Eventually I decided to sit on the balcony for a self-rolled cigarette. These moments of retreat were usually the times when I would hear my inner voice with special ease. I put on my jacket and my woolen cap.
When I had finally settled down on a very low plastic seat on this tiny and lofty forth-floor balcony puffing away happily, again those educational thoughts came shooting by and seemed to want me to figure out a good way to formulate my critical statements toward my son. Thank God, my inner soul’s Voice or say Universal Intelligence was there too and told me something completely different:
“Take it easy”, She said, “get that clear: there is nothing missing here. All is perfect.”
A big black crow was flying majestically across the cold blue Bavarian sky.
“Just think of your mother. She’s perfectly fine where she is, with all those pre-Christmas events going on in her residence. And besides, did you forget? … There is no such thing as separation through space and time anyway!”
Instantly I deeply felt the innate perfection of life.
There is no such thing as separation. Through nothing! Nobody is apart!
There is only this one very instant of perfect life flowing and extending through each and every one of us. No negative past is of any relevance here. Except to make us forget what we never wanted to forget! And what everyone tries so very hard to remember: this beautiful, powerful flow of Unconditional Love.
Wow, how happy and thankful I was!
And what a great Italian lunch we were to enjoy!
With nobody missing and everyone there …
I could almost see my mother smile!
Christoph Engen, Dec. 26th 2013
21 Saturday Dec 2013
Posted in A Course in Miracles, Awakening, Christmas, Education, Enlightenment, Forgiving, God, Healing, Miracle, Poems, Poetry, Responsibility, The Divine, Therapy, Thoughts
THE SHIFT OF PERSPECTIVE
Withdrawing the perceived lack of perfection from situations that they appear to have – in one’s mind – is what brings us home instantly!
When I am not experiencing perfection, harmony, deep peace and utter happiness in any given situation, I still do recognize this lack of perfection in my very own mind. It is there where my experience of lack originates. The “outer” situation is but reflecting this.
This is exactly the point, where forgiveness sets in: in forgiving or letting go the lack that I’m just experiencing – or, so to say, in pulling it off of my awareness like a sticker -, instantly the reality of this given situation shines forth and I’m delighted to realize, that it hadn’t been lacking anything whatsoever and that it is nothing but another magnificent expression of our innermost home, eternal aliveness!
14 Thursday Nov 2013
Outside in the dark early morning
There is a crackling in the wind …
Is this an enemy or friend?
An enemy, I tighten or I run away,
a friend and I am simply gay …
It is my thoughts …
My thoughts make up the world I hear!
Is this a world of joy or fear?
My thoughts’ responsibility
lies in my hands, this is the key!
Oh Hallelujah, I am free!!!
Christoph Engen, 2013
