St. John and friends


On the beautiful Greek island of Patmos, in September 2007. Pictures were taken by Antti Filppu and Laura Vilva, with many kinds of apologies. Having a cup of coffee with St. John and friends. The cafeteria is Petrino. Wonderful coffee. We had a really nice time there, so thank you very much, Mika, Suvi and Laura! I'm not the kind of guy who travels around the world. In fact, I've never been outside continental Europe before. I owe this "pilgrimage" to the Island of Light to my good friend Hölderlin, without whom I would never have found my way through. Brother, I love you.

And I can't help mentioning that I didn't even realize the popular mind's atmosphere of Apocalypse. I felt only love and warmth (and this is a theme I'd like to take further, f.ex. how will the Apocalypse seem if it is also thought of as an "initiative" writing). Well, there was this slightly odd encounter with a monk when I was leaving the cave of St. John. We exchanged a few glances too many and right after I did feel fear for a while. But it is very important to look a man straight into his eyes, they're the mirror of soul.

It has been said that even in the most obscure instinct or gut feeling there may be a glimpse of intuition, but in its purest form intuitive consciousness is about love, with knowledge and will serving it (and yet, still not contrary to what "spiritual thinking" means). Quite a few people have written about the subject, and the views differ of course.....


But I believe there will be no harm done as long as we keep in mind that Intuition has also been crowned as "the highest consciousness man could achieve on earth". I think it is all the more good to know, since intuition is often understood the other way around. But so it is, with things like this. However, "it's nothing too serious that a little spiritual apologia could not undo", as the saying goes.

So, I found the theme (and eventually the address) for this electrical island during the summer of 2007, when I opened a book written about The Foundation Stone Meditation, by Willem Zeylmans van Emmichoven, and laid my eyes on a page where it stood. I knew this was a lesson for me to begin learning. And only God knows how I have been trying, with my cup of coffee.  #The Preacher