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The Ultimate Carrying Ground... Story of a Life In loving memory to Anna Burger (1921-1997) Vina Solo / Song to Ganesh-Rag Hamsadwani The inscription here says: The Ultimate Carrying Ground of consciousness cannot be fathomed by reason, but can certainly be experienced in deeds. Next week: 'You walk out of your own life' |
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Dear friends, here you read the life story of a woman. The time in which I was engaged with her in a work, has widened my life so wonderfully, under conditions and circumstances which many would describe as narrowing and unfavourable. I owe the example of Anna Burger so much. Our working together revealed a path to me… so many memories are connected with it, deep feelings, treasured in my heart as jewels in a treasurehouse, welling up from time to time and enriching my life even today, ten years after her passing, as they did during the time we worked together. Very early in her life Anna Burger stood upon her own feet and lived an intense life – in a period which left its deep marks in the past century; destiny seemed to place her again and again before crossroads, where shifts happen. If this reading encourages you, dear friends, to tackle our tasks today with the same dedication and depth as Anna Burger did, I am very much looking forward to our future! You walk out of your own life (7) There had hardly been a stranger moment in my whole life than this one! Already when I felt what Anny tried to formulate, I recognized that she was right in a way which made me dive into the most absurd dilemma which I had ever met in my life. I had given such a deep effort to work myself through this process over the past several months, with the highest possible honesty towards myself, towards the ideals of our work, towards the deep friendship I felt for Anny. And all this seemed to be my own, self-produced maneuver, with the best of my knowledge and consciousness, to kick myself out of my own life! Something as strange as that I had never experienced! Anny was perfectly right. But also my own considerations were just as perfectly right! After that moment I was wandering for weeks like someone upon which the sun shines every day, and who says: <It is so dark, if only the sun would shine!!> That was perfectly clear to me, neither the work, nor our care and devotion for what we loved most suffered from this state, the work which we would be allowed to do for only such a short while to come. But that question always kept me trotting on: <Somebody explain me what is not coming together here! Please come, that somebody!> Had I really not grasped something over all these years, the center of Anny’s security, certainty? Submissiveness, humility? That was the only word which came to my mind, when I saw Anny, her sadness and her security. |
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