Athens

Athens

Although Europe thought the refugee problem was under control and closed their eyes for pain and suffering, the situation is currently getting out of hand.  A fire in Moria brought Lesbos in the news again. In the meantime, it became clear that the situation on Samos, where there is hardly any Ngo or support, more dire than anywhere else on the islands.  You hardly hear anything about Athens and the mainland.  For many who have less resilience than our friend Larabou they lose hope…

Brescia – Italy

We met him in July 2016 in Moria, this beauty from Egypt. It was love at first sight. He flew to Italy on a look-like passport and worked day and night in his brother’s shawarma tent in Turin. We visit him 4 times on route.

This time he is extra happy.  He got his status.  That means that after almost four years his family can come over soon.  This week he starts a new job where he will earn a reasonable salary.

We spend a wonderful day together in and around the water of the beautiful lake of Iseo and fly the next day to Athens.

Athens

Our start in Athens is not a flying one.  In the metro from airport to Omonia, Giri his wallet is stolen with driver’s license and debit card. To solve that, he has to go to the Netherlands…

Oasis

Our apartment in Omonia is an oasis in the middle of all the noise.

Larabou from Togo is our first guest.  We met him last Christmas in the pouring rain for camp Moria and took him and two others home for diner. Like many Africans, he rebelled against the government. He was tortured and had to flee his country. Despite the fact that his heart is crying for his wife and children and he has to wait at least another year for his first interview, this optimist is a living example of how you shape your life under every circumstance. Now this  landowner has a job as a cleaner in a hotel. He is a Nelson Mandela for the black community in Athens and since today he rents his own apartment from his own money…

Sharing

We cook for him, for Kondor, a member of our rainbow family from Samos and other friends.  Like many single men, Kondor lives in a house with eleven others. They get 90 Euro a month from which they have to do everything themselves. They hang around waiting or fleeing into Europe in the hope that it will be better elsewhere. Most of them disappear in iligality or are deported.

Rainbow family

We have our first friend overnight from Kos.  Our couple from Togo, now in an old military camp near Larisa, do not dare to travel the nearly 400 kilometers. This week Zura gave birth with a caesarean section of a son conceived in our rainbow house in Samos. If it had been a daughter they would have called her Yasmin.

Two of our other rainbow kids are now in Kos and Thessaloniki. They will come over for a few days next week…

Mormon

The whole world comes together in Athens.  We meet many cultures on the street and in the shops. Being black is no longer a problem here…

We met Reza from Iran three years ago in Moria. Now he has his status. He is in love with a girl from Moldova and has become a Mormon.  He earns his own money with small jobs and art and takes us to a refugee project.

I am not yet used to the amount of Turkish refugees who are currently crossing the sea.  Really bizarre.

Oblivion

Hotel City Plaza in the Victoria district, where our Nigeria family lived for 2.5 years, has suddenly been cleared and locked.

It reminds us of the Old Hospital project in Ano Patisia where we brought the first Syrian families in 2016 when the camp in the port of Pireaus was evacuated.  The dirty building was quickly transformed into a Syrian community. After three months, everything was cleared and locked.

That is now happening in several places in Athens during violent night raids, we hear. The residents have to leave their belongings behind. They are taken to remote camps, scattered here and there over the mainland of Greece and slowly but surely they disappear into oblivion…

Nigeria

Our family from Nigeria would love to see us, but they fear that this is impossible.  They are temporarily housed in a village 1.5 hour drive from Athens.

Well the islands are one thing.  But once in Athens all control is lost…

Poverty

Our extra clothing does not go to the refugees but to the Greeks who live here on the street…

It is always true art not to take action based on emotions but to stay centered in the boundless space of the heart…

Om Shanti
Yasmin

Picture by the lake
Dear members of the European Parliament

Dear members of the European Parliament

Today they are on the run, tomorrow we may be the one…

Years ago, the registration officer in Lesbos asked me to speak for the European Parliament.
I told him: ‘Listen, I am a peacemaker, not an activist.’ By writing on request my book: ‘One Love – One Tribe – Face behind the refugee’, I had to go through enormous depths. Now I do not have an excuse anymore, the time is ready to speak.

I lived for many years in Africa between the poor. Even if their lifestyle is different, they have something we lost: the power of trust in the unseen. Classifying them all as fortune hunters, we will only do if we never stood in their shoes.

Since four years, my partner and I spend lots of time between the refugees. We meet them, embrace them and let them know that they are welcome. Believe me: if we really take the time to look them into their eyes, we immediately start to realize that there is no difference between them and us. Never again, we will take the same decisions as we are taking now.

Because everybody is focusing on women and children, we focus particular on man. Those people we like to classify as terrorists, criminals and rapists. When they arrive, most of them are pure and innocent, no different from us. After treating them as we are doing, many of those beautiful souls get stuck somewhere in Europe and lose their hope.

A shame for Europe

The refuge-crisis is a shame for Europe. The Turkey deal, the way we push refugees back and let them drown before our eyes without even acting, is a shame for Europe, a shame for humanity. All the money we spend on Frontex, we can better spend to give our brothers and sisters a better life.

How can we speak about human rights and turn our back to all those suffering. How can we accept that thousands of those young beautiful souls are dying, while we mourn for years when it is one of our family members?

How can we sleep, while they are fighting for their lives? From behind our desks, we have already divided them in refugees and migrants and classified as real or unreal. How can we live with this?

The real slaves, the real losers are we, the privileged ones. We are not only closing our borders, we are even closing our hearts and by doing this we have degraded ourselves from human beings to human doings.

Our policy is as much divided as we are

Believe me, the refugee is not the problem, we are the problem. As long as we nourish the illusion that we are better than others, because of our religion, our position or our skin, we think we have the right to explore the world and to feed our boundless greediness, while we exclude others by building high walls and detention centers.

After 11th of September 2001, willingly or unwillingly, we have spread fear all over the planet. When we are fearful, we lose our power. We also lose our integrity and we are taking decisions we never should take.

I do not make a difference between migrants or refugees. All people who leave their homeland and take the risk to lose their lives, have a reason to come here.

Let us open our eyes and see how mother earth is reacting on our manipulation. Ultimately, we are destroying our selves. One day we will wake up realizing we cannot exclude anyone. We are One World – One family. We breathe the same air.

If we realize it or not, we are all moving in the same direction. Even if we think we are more privileged than others, we will all end up in the grave. Be honest, if we look back at the end of our lives, can we be proud on the way we have exploited our earth and its inhabitants, on the legacy we leave for our children and grandchildren? I do not believe this!

Life on earth is beautiful because of her differentiation. If we like it or not, the world has to mingle. When we are living our true nature, without fear and with an open heart, we will honor all life and never destroy anything or kill anybody. Then we unfold our full potential and do not take more then we really need. Then we know there is abundance for all of us.

I challenge you to read my book. It is a touching but beautiful book about beautiful people…

Before we send them back, let us go there and life with them for a while. Then we start to realize that no solutions invented by westerners behind their desks will work there, because they are not living and controlling their life the way we are doing.
If we like it or not we need each other. How more we like to control others, the more we will lose control and nature will take over. Deep inside of our heart, we know this…

I wish you and every living being on this beautiful planet, a long and an abundant life,

Yasmin Verschure
– The Netherlands

 

  • Our appointment for this week was cancelled because of renovation. Today I got permission to sent a box of 20 books and letters to Sophie in ‘t Veld and her secetary Sylvia Heerbaart. They will divide them…
Europe where did you lose your humanity

Europe where did you lose your humanity

Do you not realize that it are mainly these beautiful young men who come to the West to change the system from within because they cannot longer live within existing structures and traditions? They are the warriors of the Light. The precursors of a new world where we all longing for…

Samos – activist in Uganda

Ssentamu has been in this degrading place for five months now and shines like the sun. “This day is the first day that I feel human. For the first time I am seen and known. I will never forget you…’

We play at the beach and visit an underground cave. Today he drinks a beer and is not hungry. Today he can take a shower with warm water and sleep on the couch. Today the rats and the cold are far away…

Ssentamu was born in 1993 from Rwandan parents. His father died in the Rwandan war when he was 9 months. Ssentamu grows up in the slums of Kampale-Uganda amidst drug dealers and crime…

He works in construction to pay for his university and gets involved with the opposition. The students demonstrate peacefully under the color red for freedom of expression and equal rights; so beautifully described in their constitution. Like almost everywhere in Africa, it is Uganda’s policy to keep the incumbent president in the saddle. All good jobs, all privileges are for the President’s family and his tribesmen …

Ssentamu ends up in prison three times. He is tortured several times and has to testify that his friends are being killed. He still suffers from the physical consequences. To prevent himself from being killed, he flees via Kenya to Turkey and ends up in the terrible prison of Izmir. With the help of others and without many problems, he arrives a month later in Samos…

The greatest pain are not the degrading conditions; the filth and the rats in the overcrowded camp with 5000 people, calculated on 700 and only 1 doctor and 2 lawyers, but the fact that hardly anyone is moved from here to Athens and that this usually not is an African…

We do not think about tomorrow. We intensely enjoy sharing, playing, being together and the love that flows between us without limits…

Here and now

Ssentamu is a member of our Rainbow family. We stayed one month longer in Samos, rented a house and lived together. Three months ago, they transferred him, together with our couple, to an isolated camp on the mainland, 450 kilometers from Athens to await his first interview in 2021. We supported him to move to Athens to find a job. After getting his work permit, he moved to an island to clean in hotels: seven days a week – 12 hours a day. He is too tired to phone, but never complains. Mid-September he will be in Athens. We postponed our trip to Greece until mid-September. He is, like all of them, a part of my soul…

Om Shanti,
Yasmin

Life is a mystery

Life is a mystery

To give ourselves an identity in this physical world, we must first completely forget who we are…

To be better

We try to distinguish ourselves by raising ourselves above others. This can be material: by having a better position, a bigger house, or we consider ourselves ‘better’ or more spiritual.

All reasons to distinct ourselves from others who in our eyes are ‘less’. These can be the ‘rich’, the ‘terrorists’, the ‘immoral priests’, the ‘black people’. In short, everything we project on the outside world, because we do not dare to face it inside ourselves…

Identification with and attachment to matter is the cause of all suffering…

One day our inner eyes will open and we realize that there is no one better or less than we are. Our inner journey has begun. We are on the way to real peace, freedom and authenticity. We embrace our pain as well as our joy. No longer we are attached to pain or joy and we judge less. We become aware of unity. Our little self disappears and makes way for ‘we’.

I let go – I let God, I said after the big release…

As a rock in the surf

Much against the will of my practitioners I went, after my divorce and a period of serious illness, to India and Nepal for a seven-month initiation journey. I was looking for a teacher, and found him in the person of Father Bedegriffiths: his simplicity. I did my first 10-day Vipassana in Bodhnath. I stood like a rock in the surf and I survived…

Every time we push our limits, we become more whole in all dimensions…


The land of the living

Long ago, Giri and I came back from our world trip. Again, I was seriously ill and underwent various operations. On top off it, I got Lyme disease. I was no more and no less than a wreck. At that time I stepped into a four-dimensional consciousness for 14 days, flew to Egypt on my own, and while I before barely could walk, effortlessly I climbed the Pyramids…

That same year I did the Living on Light process without any supervision. It brought me not only back into the land of the living; it also brought me a wholeness and lightness that no one could imagine…

In the end, it is not about eating or not eating. It is our thoughts and what we bring into the world through our actions, our words, and through the social media…

During my long illness, nature became my most important teacher. Together with the silence, it became a source of inner wisdom, a coming home, a gateway that pointed to heaven…

Traveling again

After working many times in the Antilles, where I met and initiated beautiful people, I went on a journey around the world again. This time Giri wanted to come with me. We left all our certainties behind and started our journey empty-handed and without a fixed program. Everywhere people recognized my energy. It became a blessed journey full of miracles and unprecedented possibilities. Unplanned we earned enough to live on; we could even support various projects.

From the moment I let go my control and surrendered myself to the source of all creation, life became a miracle…

Retreat

Again, I lock myself in my small house and celebrate Easter by being in silence and fasting. I walk barefoot and let the sun warm up my naked body. As the days are getting on, I become increasingly quiet inside and all physical pains disappear. I see and feel myself reflected in everything that grows and blooms in my beautiful garden…

The ultimate truth lays always in the middle. To find your true nature, you must let go completely your searching…

Although there is sometimes a desire for a different environment where my vision can be heard and embraced, there is nothing wrong with this place. It is been transformed into an oasis of wholeness where many weary travelers can indulge on the Source…


In a far past

‘I was not aware. I identified myself with my little separate ‘me’ and did not realize that all pain, all suffering, all loneliness was nothing more and nothing less than a blessing from the Supreme to polish myself and bring me back to my true nature, so I could surrender to the flow of true life to be of service to the world…’

Every person must fulfill his own duty and walk his own path. Too much support keeps the other person away from finding his own unique path…

Who am I

I am less tempted to answer questions that I do not know the answer of – for you. Answers block the inquiring mind. Questions keep us alive and creative. The innocent child is not concerned with yesterday or tomorrow, but is always present in the eternal now. How wonderful it would be if all of us, including science and politicians, dared to say, ‘I do not know’. When we dared to be vulnerable and sincere without being afraid of losing our face, the universe would immediately open itself to a never-ending stream of creative possibilities…

My knowledge and my wisdom flows in a clear, relentless stream and feeds everyone who is thirsty…

Awareness

You will not find any security in matter, religion, caste, tradition or anywhere else. Every way, every method is nothing more and nothing less as a steppingstone, but not the true thing. Enjoy all that is and know that there is nothing what can be achieved. Every flower, every animal, every person comes to full bloom at the right time…

Our assignment

We have come to earth to polish our Self so we can serve others. Everyone has his or her own mission in life that reveals itself at the time we no longer are concerned about the goal, but focus on the road. My common thread was and is the person on the sideline; the sick person, the prisoner, the sentenced to death, the beach boys in Kenya and last but not least the refugee…

Do not ask me why. I have no answer. I am only the witness of my own actions. My mission became more or less clear by being on the road without expectations and without a predetermined goal. I was allowed to bring consciousness on places where people are open to it and to give the refugee a face, literally against all oppression.

For the refugee who wakes up, his journey is just as much an initiation journey as mine…

Human being

De droomvisie van

By connecting, like in Samos where we lived together with our rainbow children with their traumatic backgrounds, from different religions, nationalities and cultures, not only something happened to me, also their inner horizons broadened. The power and light that they emit has an effect on their environment. Every drop will become an ocean…

‘I met an angel. She taught me who I Am…’


And so we build a new world in which ultimately every pearl will have its own place. Of course, we give them food, drinks, a hot shower and all the material things they need at that moment: a football, new shoes, a phone, money for the ‘employment agency’ so they can work on an island. We even pay school fees for their children in their home country…

By seeing refugees as victims, we make them with the best intentions dependent and greedy. What they really ask for is what every person is asking for: to be seen and be embraced as a fellow human being.

Ramadan

Just before Ramadan, we visited three of our first refugee families who, after all those years, are allowed to build a new life in Germany. They went through deep processes of pain and suffering. The old is no longer there, the new life begins to unfold…

Should they know how privileged they are, while thousands of refugees never get the possibility to build a new life because they are not from Syria or Eritrea. Therefore, they are not welcome anywhere in Europe…


Gateway to heaven

You are an innovator and people simply do not like innovation…

My ‘being’ in Kenya served no other purpose than my ‘being’ with the refugee or with you. Every encounter and every action from the heart opens a gateway to heaven.

I do not feel sorry but compassion. Not just for the refugee but also for all who bring this flow into the world by supplying weapons, trading people like slaves, building walls and closing borders. In my opinion, they are the true refugees, the true victims…

Chickens without head

The refugee disrupts the illusion of a manageable society and, in my opinion, is a symbol for the process of a total revolution in which the entire world finds itself. This raises hidden fears. Fears, which are gratefully nourished by the media…

Heaven and Hell exist exclusively in the imagination and the world is a perfect projection of it…

My book ‘One Love – One tribe’ is a testimony of love and wholeness and no more and no less than a tool with which I may touch people. My ‘being’ opens inner doors beyond pain and suffering, beyond fear of the unknown…

‘Wow what a spirit! You are an example to each of us. Not only that, you also show us how we can look at a refugee on a different way…’

Without connection to the Source, we act like chickens without head. We miss the divine sparkle on the inside that allows us to create and live as gods in harmony and connection with our true nature.
We do not only live in a time that requires a revolution; more than ever we have the opportunity to go into a transition. I choose for the last…

Adversity and challenges polish us to find our true nature…

The feeding mother

Every form in creation is focused on service and knows instinctively that it must give its life in order to sustain another…

Everything that feeds our life comes from Mother Earth. Although she gives unconditionally of her abundance, in our ignorance/greed we have forgotten who we are and who she is.

By fully connecting with her, I no longer have to hide my dark side or to project it onto others. This is my strength. In any way, I do not feel better than anyone else. Also I am in no way less than anyone else.

The poor girl has become a princess. She is kissed awake by a prince named love and she shines like the sun…

True nature

Awareness is the basis. Everything is energy and everything is connected to everything. Every human being who is aware of his true nature, can no longer see himself as being separated from others. After our awakening, we automatically take care of ourselves and our environment.

Fanaticism and spreading our opinion and emotions through social media, is the true poison and the curse of our time…

From victim to creator

Every person is responsible for her own well-being. We cannot change the circumstances, but we can decide how we want to deal with those circumstances…

More or less forced by the circumstances, I have walked my wayward way all my life. If I had listened to my therapist in the past, I certainly would not have gone to India and my life would have taken a completely different turn.

By pushing my boundaries and crossing the boundaries between life and death several times, I became more complete at every level.

I really dare to say that we are the creators of our own reality…

Om Shanti, Yasmin

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One Love - One Tribe

My first seven books are also available in English as E-book. My latest book ‘One Love – One Tribe’ – is a testimony of true life in which suffering and love are inevitable ingredients to polish ourselves to wholeness. It is in print and as E-book.

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Matter – our new God

Matter – our new God

Since we banished God from our lives, matter has become the new God. Everything, really everything, is expressed in practical use and money. By focusing on the material need of the refugee and immediately turning this into action, we do not have to feel what the real problem is: that we closed our hearts and our borders because we are afraid to face our own fears…

What I keep trying to show is that everything has two sides. That there is no light without darkness and that the one is by definition not better than the other…

Transformation

No longer I see myself as a victim and I do not want to see any person as such. Nobody knows the blueprint of the other…

There is a certain reason why people are on the run. I have seen people undergoing tremendous transformations here in Greece and in similar situations. These are usually the few who distanced themselves from the group and stayed with their own lesson. The mass lingers in herd-behavior. They slowly but surely sink deeper into matter or into the world of the unconscious. You can also see that in ‘normal life’. Whatever that may be…

Although it is nothing more than human to want to help people, it is of great importance to face our motivation behind it…

Rescue

I am not here in Lesbos to save people. On the contrary. I am convinced that nothing or nobody needs to be saved…

We are all here on earth to find the way back to our true Self…

Pain is a part of breaking the scale that unlocks our insights, according to Kahlil Gibran. I fully agree with that…

Suffering

It does not testify from love for our children to take away their learning processes by kneading them to the success image that we would like to see in them. Even if it means that they will suffer less…

Compassion

It is human and testifies of compassion that we want to help people in need. However, it shows a lack of insight when we see refugees only as victims. In this way we place ourselves above them and make them dependent from us. Unconsciously we may be afraid that we will lose our job, paid or unpaid. Perhaps our feeling of security, safety or our need to be indispensable is at stake…

In my opinion, true love means that we do not cling to anything and do not hold on anything or anyone, but make us superfluous as soon as possible…

Support

According to me, we may transfer a place as Kara Tepe so soon as possible to the refugees themselves. Of course there is minimal support during the transfer. Devote people to the deviant European rules and let them, by trial and error, build up their own lives as long as they have to life here…

We too learn only through the mistakes we make and in this way at least we give the refugee their dignity back...

Borders

That is my message. If I have already one. I do not feel like playing the game that everything is wrong here in camp Moria. By now we know those images and we repeat them again and again. I prefer to see how we can improve the situation. How we can eliminate our own borders so that there will be a time that no borders are needed…

Embrace

I am here because I want to open my heart even more so that I can embrace the whole world. In short, I am here because I want to be here. Because the real life takes place here without all the external frills where many of us hide behind, just not having to feel how much we have lost ourselves in a world of externalities…

Base

When you have to leave everything behind, even for certain men their wife and children, you fall back on your naked base. There is no longer something to hide yourself behind and your true face is showing up…

And that true face is so beautiful and authentic that again and again I am in extasy. Like a child…


Breath

And that is why I am here and tomorrow maybe somewhere else.  Because I do not belong anywhere and therefore I have nothing to gain or to lose. I connect with pain and joy, with love and sorrow. I breathe in and breathe out and let go again. I am like a child and I am blown away by the wind…

I wish every living being a year in which pain and joy both will be in a natural rhythm…

Namasté,
Yasmin

Love is All that Is

Love is All that Is

At the end, everything is about Love. How we point that Love is not important as long we realize that separation does not exist in God’s dictionary…

Miracle

There are times when everything effortlessly flows through us. There are also times we cannot be move ahead. We get sick, we feel abandoned from God and everything. In short, nothing flows out our hands and our hearts. I think we all recognize this. When we can embrace also those periods in our life without judgment, life becomes a miracle. We become one with our true nature…

Center

Connected with All That Is, without belonging to anything, without possessing or being possesed,  I walk my path. The Heart of the Universe lives, moves and beats inside of me. We create our world of beauty and decay from this center. Each of us is part of ALL.

Means

The book ‘One Love – One Tribe’ seems more and more a Love book. It is like a seed that will bear fruit at the right time. True change never occurs at the top, but always at the base. When the field has modified, miracles will happen. Someone is touched, something is opening up and suddenly there is a network of loving souls who carry the book into the flow.

The refugee is only a means to a goal. At the end it is not about Muslims or Christians. It is about you and me. Are we willing – am I willing to break through my own borders, to give up my privileged position and to share my abundance with All…

The word

Growth only occurs through headwinds and demands the utmost confidence. You do not see it when you are in the middle of the storm. Looking back at this period, I feel a deep gratitude. My horizon has broadened; my freedom and space even more limitless. My feet are firmly rooted in Mother Earth. In short, the word has become incarnate.

Love is not sweet

Commiseration is patronizing and humiliating. Compassion comes out of  is mutual respect, daring to feel, standing next to someone and connecting yourself from heart to heart.

Wake up

Loving

In essence, I love everyone. When others pollute my world, I will lovingly request them to leave my home. Whether that is my simple rental home or my country.

In this world of forms, we need them: the Trump’s, the terrorists, the politicians, the pharmaceutical industry, the refugees, our partners, parents, caretakers and above all our children. They keep us awake and show us the way inside. Do we dare to let go our old conditioning and to stay for our own truth, even if the whole world is against us. In short, do we choose the safety of the herd, the temporary material path of fear and manufacturability, or dare we to distinguish ourselves and do we choose the path of authenticity, soul connection and unconditional love…


I wish you a boundless loving summer,

Yasmin

Borders

Borders

The earth belongs to everyone

Apparently, the book ‘One Love – One Tribe’ is about refugees. However, on the first place it is about borders. We westerners, we think we can draw borders to exclude others. Borders by which many criminal and non-criminal organizations earn lots of money. Borders that make those smugglers recruit people by promising them golden mountains when they leave their homeland and go to the Promised Land. Smugglers who do not flinch by asking people huge amounts of money. Money raised by family and sales of family property. Borders that make that innocent people drown in the sea. That people, out of pure despair, sell their organs for almost nothing, which are been resold for big money to rich clients by doctors who do not take it so seriously with ethics. That people like you and me are sold as slaves to rich landlords or ending up in prostitution. Deported, murdered or slowly but surely disappearing into oblivion.

Greed creates separateness and raises borders

In short, all of this is about borders. We still think we can possess the earth. We still think we have the right to explore and to plunder the world. To travel unlimited while we force others to stay inside their borders.

We have forgotten that in the past we were all migrants. In times of scarcity, we would try our luck elsewhere to build up a new life, a new home for ourselves and for our children…

The Turkey deal

We want the world to believe that we have succeeded. That we can exchange lives for money. That the Turkey deal is working. We do not dare to feel. We do not understand that as long we draw borders, others will discover the loopholes. Those criminal organizations will continue to earn money on this and smugglers will not stop recruiting. That the routes become more and more dangerous and more and more people will die. That nor only Athens but also Europe is getting full of illegal refugees. In short, closing the borders will disrupt Europe. We can continue to close our eyes. We can blame our politicians. Or we can choose to wake up and to face our fear. By opening our hearts, we eliminate our inner borders. That is the beginning of real change. The world belongs to everyone…

Everything is connected with everything

Whether we take the exploitation and poisoning of the earth, the fight against age-old natural healing, the pharmaceutical industry, compulsory vaccination, human trafficking, child pornography, sex industry, drug industry, food industry, radiation, the Monsanto scandal or the shelves in stores bought on forehand by wholesalers. It is all about the same thing: it is all about misusing power.

Wake-up call

Real change always starts at the bottom. Do we dare to let go the role of victim. Do we dare to stand up and to take the responsibility for our own life, our own well-being? Do we dare to look honestly in the mirror where we have our share and where we are fooling ourselves, while we continue to point our finger at others? Do we dare to see were we elevate ourselves above others because we have more property, a better status, or we believe that we are the enlightened one?

Our Mother

In my opinion, enlightenment does not mean that we live with our heads in the clouds without caring for the earth. Enlightenment means to stay in the middle. To put our feet on our earthly mother and being connected with All that Lives. To love and to cherish the earth, our mother, as we usually do with our own mothers. Where it is in our power not to pollute or to exploit her. Neither her residents. In short, do we have the courage to descend in our inner world? To look ourselves in the eyes, honestly and sincerely. To decide where we want to stay in life, regardless the opinion of others.

Do not worry

Life is trial and error. That is the only way we learn our lessons. He who makes no mistakes does not live. Be like a child. Fall and get up again. Continue your journey happily, without judgment. In spiritual sense, this world may be an illusion. As long as we live in it, we better stop complaining and contribute our bit. The earth is our nurturing mother. Surrender to her brings heaven to the earth: we are coming home. Deep inside we wish every living being a loving, evolutionary and educational existence. Not only ourselves and our children, but all children and all adults. Right?

One Love - One Tribe

‘Love is All that Is’
I love myself – so I love you
Yasmin

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Our last days on Lesvos

Our last days on Lesvos

As long as we appease our conscience with the fact that they need us, we are in the ivory tower of the counselor and we do not realize that we are here in the first place for ourselves…

Our last days at Lesvos are in the light of saying goodbye to our friends, refugees as well as Greeks.

Confrontation

He reacted rather aggressively on my article about Muslims. I invited him to read the whole article. The result is heart-warming. I have a friend for life. Together we will build bridges beyond religions. Love is the cement…

Mantamados – Skala Sykeminas and Molivos

Mary Cameroon en Angelos South Sudan

We go for picnic with two cars and eight people from six different cultures. In no time, Iranians and Afrikaners form a unity. We visit Mantamados monastery. All monks were killed by pirates. One monk survived through intervention of Archangel Michael. He painted a beautiful icon with the blood of his brothers. Our Iranian friends came ashore by Skala Sykemineas. Gripping but also healing. We conclude an unforgettable day in Molybos. Then our ways separate. With the four of us, we pop in at Stratoela and celebrate Angelo’s birthday. It is an unforgettable day – a day without stress…

Emotional shower

She looks at me. I read despair in her eyes and wrap my arms around her. She clings as if she never wants to let me go and weeps tears out of her toes. I rock her like a baby. After a while, she calms down. ‘Sorry,’ she says. ‘I love you,’ I answer…

Turkish

He is new and Turkish and wants to shower us with love, wine and cookies. Turks and Greeks have more in common than they would like. It is religion that separates them…

Home for a day


Although you usually see their sunny side, Greeks also have two sides. They do not want the immigrants. Except a small minority. They give their lives for them, like Nikos and Katharina from ‘Home for a Day’. They get sick or tired, do not know how to stop and usually they have hardly Greek friends!

Today Nikos and Katharin have an Arabic and an African group for diner. I meet SohaR from Iraq. She is beautiful. She has already seen me in the camp. We play, cuddle and I dance to your heart’s content. I invite the Africans. A boy from Kuwait breaks through boundaries. It becomes a super evening for everyone. Thanks Nikos and Katharina. You are priceless…

Nigeria

How optimistic he tried to be, it is difficult to survive in Moria for this sensitive soul. We take him to Stratoula’s Place. Eating together around the fire is heart-warming. We open up new possibilities for him. He sings for us his favorite song: ‘You raise me up.’ His voice is heartwarming…

Market

We get out of the car. Before I know it, I am being pushed into the air by a powerful Syrian Kurd. ‘Í miss you – I Love you…’ We enjoy each other and play games on the street…


Lesvos - Our friends from Iran and Afghanistan

Gorgios

For the third time we take a full car of men to Gorgios Place for lunch and Greek music. Kayu – from my book – is today in Moria for 2 years! After a super day, a Greek comes to me. He kisses me: ‘I want to thank you for bringing all these beautiful people here. We really appreciate that…’


By doing what we do, Giri and I are building  bridges between Greek and Refugee of understanding and love. It are drops in the ocean…

Diner

This time they cook for us, our guys from Iran and Afghanistan. We share food and stories. I feel rich as a mother of so many beautiful souls. ‘We will miss you, they say…’



Tent

We are looking for SahaR in her tent. I am surrounded by children. Get kisses, hugs and flowers. They touch me deep in my soul…

And then we take the boat to Chios and I feel how grateful and how tired I am…

Om Shanti,

Yasmin and Giri

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Our lost paradise

Our lost paradise

‘When there is one Muslim in heaven, I ask God to send me to hell …’

Paradise

He is from Iraqi’s Kurdistan. ‘I am ashamed of being a Muslim. Honestly! I was born in paradise. We sold our freedom to the Arabs and we get violence in place. To be far away from the Arab violence, I finally had to leave paradise. Unfortunately, they do not have enough on their own continent. Now they come in large numbers to the west and change Europe into a Muslim state. That is your own fault. It is high time to look at yourself honestly and sincerely.’

Civilization

‘As a teacher I tried to educate those people a certain civilization. That they had to bring up children with love and not with weapons in their hands. That they had to curb their sexual drive. It has nothing to do with the Koran but with culture to have 12 children or more. Instead of putting one or two children into the world so they can pay their own upbringing, they saddle up Europe with this. You accept that because you feel sorry for them. Pity comes from a sense of superiority and has nothing to do with love, on the contrary.’

‘Who usually spoil the atmosphere here in Moria? Precisely, the Arabs. They disrupt the food line, they steal and they fight. They sell their stolen goods openly in the camp. The police close their eyes…’

Slaves

‘We refugees come from a situation of violence. We get a roof over our heads; we get foot, clothes and even 90 Euro per month. Although the situation is everything except perfect, we should be grateful that we have arrived safely in Europe. What do they do? They are complaining and never have enough! When they get more money so they can rent their own room, they still come back to the camp to receive the free things. As a result, there is not enough food, water and clothing for others. Your volunteers come here to support us, but you are not our slaves. It is not right to let yourself use that way…’

Vulnerable

It is not a stupid boy sitting opposite of me, on the contrary. I feel his vulnerability and his frustration. He left his country, his paradise. Housing, hospital, university, everything was free and paid for from the oil yields. True paradise, where we Westerners can only dream about. Kurds have been oppressed for centuries. They were never recognized as a nation. We even have the guts to send them back to a homeland they do not have. America and a number of Arab countries are using them to fight ‘the enemy’. The Kurds hoped for recognition, unfortunately…

Listen

I listen with an open heart. Although I do not approve everyone’s behavior, I love everyone. Even if we Westerners has co-created this situation, it is not necessary to fulfill all wishes of refugees indiscriminately, from an innate sense of guilt. In that way we not only lose our Self, we maintain the circle of violence and degenerate ourselves into slaves.

Although over ninety percent of humanity behaves in an exemplary way, the media focus on sensation and emotions. Anyway, it are those few rotten apples who demand attention and spoil the atmosphere. When we do not wake up, these rotten apples will affect the entire basket.

Love

Love is the answer. Love is crystal-clear and bloody honest. I embrace you. I respect you and I expect you to respect my achievements and me. I expect you have an eye for my suffering, as I have an eye for yours. Some Syrians demand for a home, schooling etc. for their huge amount of children. As if they are entitled to it…

Melting pot

My heart is still open and free of fear. The world is a melting pot. We have to change our mind-set. It is beyond words to give up our democracy for newcomers. Our integration courses should shift their focus to equal rights, norms and values, which everyone should respect in our acquired democracy. More or less this is happening in Sweden by integrated newcomers.

Confrontation

That same morning I had a heavy confrontation with a Greek. ‘The biggest disaster that has chased us for centuries is that we live on the outskirts of Turkey. Muslims are not people. They send the refugees into the sea and they do not care or they drown, yes or no. Those same Muslims attack our freedom from within. Before you know it, not only this island Lesvos is taken over, but all of Europe. ‘Yes’ he says passionately, ‘you do not believe me, but that is the truth…’

Respect

Deep in my heart, I know that there is a core of truth in it. In my opinion, it is not so black or white. Even though we close all boundaries, we build up high walls, and we close our eyes, we cannot turn the tide. We can only wake up. When we stop treating those people as victims, we not only give them back their dignity, we can also call on their common sense. It is not the intention that only we have to hand in and make room. It is not more than normal that our guests respect us. They may be grateful they can live here in peace and have shelter, however simple that may be for the time being…

Separation

One World

Everywhere on earth, matter has become our new God. Religion is misused to bring about separation. If necessary, we beat each other with the Koran or the Bible to prove that we have the truth. In the name of Allah or God we kill each other, literally or figuratively. Although Muslims are currently more openly in the spotlight, you come across radicalism within all religions.

The water in the well is the same everywhere. There is only one God. Love is her name. There is only one humanity…


There will come a time that we can leave religion behind us. The moment we embrace both light and dark within ourselves, no longer we have to project it outside of us. We understand that there is no difference between you and me. We transcend duality and become universal. We do not belong anywhere and yet we are part of everything.

Love is not putting your head in the sand. Love is fair and openly taking in our own place. This gives room fully to embrace that other person, who is nothing else as a part of our inner Self…

Note

Although for many of us difficult to understand, essentially there is not such a thing as victims and perpetrators. Everything is part of the divine plan. Its purpose is nothing more and nothing less than to let every soul unfold itself at the fullest.

Om Shanti,
Yasmin – 7th of February 2018