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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: 'A soul, placed into the world' |
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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! A soul, placed into the world (9) And, again, the same reaction from the side of the head of the school – she called the bishop to ‘purify’ the cell of that nun. And from then onwards hardly anyone spoke to Anny anymore, the holy communion was about to take place. That was the moment when an unexpected, vehement reaction took place in her, the closer this day approached, the more allergic she became against all form of food, she had rashes on her skin, fever and for months she lay in a state between life and death. <That ist he way I really missed my first communion, I was simply happy that in some form I still was alive, all else felt like just deleted, somehow”. Anny said that without regret, simply recognizing the fact that changes were going on which were outside her range of understanding, she could neither understand nor follow their logic, so she resigned to them the same way one resigns to a landslide, a nature event. . |
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