New Spirits - Reading Deleuze in India
Consciousness only exists in connection with other consciousness
Movement Instead of Rootedness I recently asked myself if I really want to be grounded. Am I a tree that sinks its roots into the earth and doesn't move, but grows in the environment where the seed once sprouted? Or do I want to be a rock in the surf, letting the water wash over me, yielding something over millennia and dissolving into the sand? My idea of human existence is actually different, more about movement, exploration, and...
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So, a koan. I'd heard of them before, those mysterious Zen riddles meant to lead the mind out of the purely rational and open up new forms of insight. I decided not to read much about them or ask others about them. I wanted to get one from a Zen master. While Doksan was asking me a few things about myself. We closed our eyes, he smiled, and told me to imagine a forest with a small stream flowing through it. When...
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The Solitude Farm in Auroville is a ‚food forest.‘ This is one of the few English terms that is difficult to express with a compound word in German (Esswald?). We don't have anything like it, and it's difficult for us to think about it. An orchard that we would let become overgrown with other edible annual and shorter-lived plants until we have a dense jungle of edible plants... I'm looking for a word for this. It's the opposite of a ‚food desert,‘ for which we also have...
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Auroville was founded in 1968 by Mirra Alfasse. The architect Roger Anger developed the city plan for it. It is based on a cosmic spiral nebula. The land that was provided for Auroville was a dry plateau. A forest has been planted since the early years. There is a beautiful, slow documentary about it (Ever Slow Green (2020) – S.O.S. from Auroville (now), 2021.) Now I have slept my first night in this forest. The Auroville Center Guest House is a magical place. There is...
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The forest is a wonderful habitat. Recently, I heard a little story about a man who, whenever he entered the forest, would whistle a melody. After a while, the animals recognized him by it and accepted his presence. They no longer ran away, sometimes they even greeted him. We often don't see the forest as it is because we disturb it so much. Today I was in the forest. Instead of going for a walk as usual, I meditated a bit, and then a little...
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