The refugee and the inhuman proces of waiting

The refugee and the inhuman proces of waiting

I have Elisa on the phone. She is missing my stories about refugees. To tell the truth, it still surprises me that I wrote 29 stories in such a short time last year. Not only that. The book highlights many things that are hidden by the media and are at least even important.
The stories arose when we had a stable base at Lesvos. You must first build a relationship. I have to say that I do not need much time for that. It is usually there from the beginning and is based on mutual respect. People feel that. The fact all stories became a book that was put into the world with the necessary obstacles, was initially not my choice and therefore not only my merit. Ultimately, it is my merit that it has been born! With this book I have put a document in the world that is complete and comprehensive. It does not ask for any additions.

‘One Love – One Tribe’ is not only an honest testimony according to insiders, it also makes visible what is denied on a large scale…

The here and now

The first morning we drove past the camp. I feel the despair. I feel the tension. It pops up in me that it might be escalating here at Lesbos. Soon we are harassed and registered by the civil police. We get registered including our car. Although we cannot enter the camp, we go to the cafes in the evening. We are welcomed with joy and before I know I am dancing with the Iranians and the Afghans. Music is a source for healing and connection. For a moment, people try to forget their grief and the chaos in their heads by calling their families, by warming up themselves near the stove, by listening to music and drinking coffee, wine or beer. Here the whole world is represented. We meet old friends who have been here for almost 2 years and new arrivals. They all have their story and a reason to be here…


  • We look at Nieuwsuur at the Dutch TV about Moria. Again, it annoys me that 90 percent of the migrants are deliberately kept out of the picture. The African community simply does not exist. They should never have made the crossing and certainly will not get a chance to enter Europe legally. That is only reserved for the elect, approximately 3 of the 90 nationalities. Europe has failed. We still believe that we can control the world and have not learned anything from the past. By closing borders and our deal with Turkey, we have started a trafficking beyond imagination…

You could say: the document ‘One Love – One Tribe’ that will appear in a second edition at the end of January, is up to date. We were eager to follow the traces of the refugees. What has become of them? For that reason we went by car and visited some of our boys and girls on the road to Greece.

The inhuman proces of waiting

From a number of boys and girls, like Mukasa from Eritrea*, we know he has arrived illegally in Germany. There he is still in the procedure for asylum. People from Syria, like Fathya, her husband and her son, are finally after two years united with their families in Germany, but still in the procedure. Salwa and Samur from Syria stay with their children in Skarmagas, a horrible place near a huge oil refinery. During their waiting process, they opened a shop in the camp. The eldest daughter of Samur is still in Syria. She is married, has a daughter and there is no money to come to Europe.



Guidelines EU

Yes, the process of waiting. According to EU guidelines the Syrians, Iraqis and some Eritreans are the only ones who will be accepted for asylum. Other people are full of hope on the road and waiting. In June 2016, the people in the camp of Piraeus, the port of Athens, were evacuated. They were transported to various places and a number of them ended up in so-called squads: like the old hospital in Omonia in the center of Athens. Quickly the filthy building was transformed into a pleasant residence for Syrians under leadership of an English couple. In no time, the place was taken over by the Mafia. The young people started drinking and using marijuana. It did not stop by this. They even started to use heroin. It was the end of project old hospital.

  • Muslims are not allowed to drink. They are not allowed to have relationships for marriage, etc. Forbidden fruits start to control our mind. We like to do secretly what Allah has forbidden. Understandable when you are young, without any prospective in life and not allowed to do anything.

Sicily

Mayor Orlando

We visited the mayor of Palermo, Leonidas Orlando in Sicily to offer him my book. This man is absolutely an enlightened being. Not only he cleared Palermo from the Mafia, he became a figurehead for refugee and migrant. He makes no difference among them. He prefers to talk about people and believes that every person should have the freedom to be at the place he wants to be. I support that. After all, were we not all refugees or migrants in the past? Is it not foolish that human rights only apply for people who have legal documents?

  • The EU is not happy with Orlando. He acts openly against their policy…

Bureaucracy

At the camp Mineo in Sicily, far away from the civilized world, we meet a number of black people. We make music and dance on the street. It strikes me that the Senegalese are befriend with Gambians but consider the Nigerians as stupid. We talk with two Nigerian guys. They are anything but stupid. One of the boys is very sad. He arrived in Sicily eight months ago after a horrible journey through Libya. His wife and child are in Turin. He saw them for the last time two years ago. Unfortunately, he is not allowed to go there. Stupid bureaucracy…

Free play

By building walls and drawing boundaries, smugglers have free play because it is now a sport to find the meshes in the net. We also manifest that the escape routes become increasingly more dangerous and that large numbers of people are drowning at sea or falling prey to organ trafficking, slavery, etc. A huge amount of people make money from the refuge and that is not just only the smuggler.

  • The mayor of Pozzallo in Sicily found 45 dead bodies in the first boat, it changed his life…

Migrants, who come via Libya, like the people in Italy and Sicily, were often witnesses of cold-blooded murders. They know organ trade. The donor hardly gets anything for his organs that are resold for huge prices. Migrants also know about slavery.

  • Well, most people – especially the blacks – know slavery for centuries. Even that does not stop them from coming…

Facebook

Refugees who have arrived in Europe are very active on Facebook. They present themselves as popular boys and create an image that they made it. Stupid in our eyes but you have to know something of their culture to understand that. They borrowed lots of money and sold their possessions to come here. For Arabic man face-loss is worse than dying an honorable death. For that reason, they keep up appearances. Not all of them. People who have a heavy political affair do not operate on Facebook or do so under a different name.

We need them

Anyway, we need the refugees. If it is not for earning our living than at least to give us a good feeling. By starting all kinds of projects and setting up camps. Preferably for children, young people and women. These groups, especially the children, usually do not lack attention. If migrants not like the food, NGOs from abroad come over to provide other food. ‘No Border Kitchen’ feeds people for 1 Euro per day. The Greek government gets 6 Euro per refugee to feed them. They can put the extra money in their pockets. Not that I want to blame the government. Better, we start at the beginning. We EU are so arrogant we think we can control everything and buy off our responsibility with money. Since Greece is in serious economic crises, it is an easy prey.

Unrest

There is unrest at Lesbos. In addition to a number of well-running projects, such as Kara Tepe, which in my opinion is over-organized, detention center Moria is a place where people are not allowed to enter, except registered NGOs. Doctors without borders can be found outside the fences. Principally they do not want to work inside this inhumane place. Christmas 2016 Lesbos was surprised by snowfall. Because of important visitors, the media focused on Moria. To appease our conscience, all restored tents were cleared away – a huge waste of capital. In addition to the containers for about 1,500 people, ad new Moria with an over-occupation of more than 5,000 people is full of tents. Especially outside the closed camp. Now it rains a lot, so it is no fun at all. In addition, the boys are hungry and occasionally they slaughter a sheep. The inhabitants of Lesvos are not happy with this. On the contrary, they are more than tired of camp Moria! Still we are not talking about a small minority of North Africans, mainly Algerians, who are true masters in stealing and dealing…

  • The rows of cars from NGOs has even become longer. At least during daytime. No longer there is a doctor’s post inside the overcrowded camp and at night people are left to their fate. Doctors of Boat Refugees are back to the Netherlands. They could not do much, but at least there was a listening ear. Greece decided to take over the work from the NGOs. Not a wrong decision, but you need the right people for it. That is something what takes time.

Drugs

Many of our boys and girls are now on the mainland. Illegal, let us say 90 percent. According to Leonidas Orlando, they are a source of crime and an oasis for the drug trade. Many are housed in camps, hide in Athens or find work, like Pakistanis, on the mainland. The Pakistanis are hard workers who tackle everything to survive and hide themselves in cities with other Pakistanis. Often they survive through trade. They populate separate enclaves in the city.

Desire

Blacks idem ditto. There are quite a few who came in the past and have a residence permit. They usually work in Athens or Italy for about eight months. Then they fly to their families for a few months. Flying does not cost a nut. They have built up their life and can at least visit their families. That does not apply to the illegal immigrants. Like Osama from Egypt who flew to Turin on the papers of his brother after the borders closed. He works every night in his brother’s kebab restaurant. He cannot let his wife and child come over, let alone that he can visit them in Egypt. What a horrible life. He was looking seriously for a second marriage with a European woman so he can legally visit his wife and child in Egypt. In the meantime, he knows that it is not that simple. He has only one desire: to see his wife and boy again.

Good business

The smugglers in Lesvos and in Athens are doing good business. First, you pay your squint to arrive on the island. Second to get off the island. Much more difficult nowadays, but still not impossible. Then you pay – with the help of family and friends – to get out of Greece. Because that is clear in the meantime. Even though Greek are not unkind and the climate is wonderful, it is not possible to built up a living. Like many with them, Hippo* from Cameroon is now in Paris. The blacks are very social. They take up their illegal brothers and sister in their homes and share what they have. Sometimes the illegal immigrants can do illegal chores. Secretly and obviously poorly paid. However, everything is better than doing nothing. This way they survive…

  • Except for those who are not that lucky. They sleep, like the Roma, under the bridges in Paris and are regularly hunted by the police. The nightly handed out sleeping bags and mattresses stay lost behind...

Last time we visited Sjam from Pakistan. He called me before our departure. ‘Yasmin I am going back to Pakistan’. He sounds very happy and is determined to go to university there. He will focus on the young people in Pakistan. ‘I am going to tell them about reality in Europe, Yasmin. We are going to build up Pakistan together. You have to promise me one thing: you have to come to Pakistan. I am so grateful for what you taught me. I really love you…’

  • My heart sings. I feel very happy for him. We leave mid-November 2017. To our surprise, Sjam left Paris just before we left. He is now in Italy. His family let him know that he must first earn some money before he can come back… 

Vulnerable

Children and vulnerable young people are brought to Athens. Like Osama* from Syria. He does not belong to the youngsters but he has a horrible past and tried several times to end his life. That is how we found him last time on Lesvos. He felt safe with us. Now he is in Athens. He has a room and benefits but no job. However, he feels much freer than at Lesvos. Whether that has to do with the fact he has escaped from  the island or that he is using marijuana, wine, beer and uso is not really clear to me. His life has been shifted to the night. Parties with music and friends, usually boys from Syria and occasionally a girl from Morocco. He is making something good out of the bad. Is he happy? Definitely to see us. However, he still like to find a job…


Arranged

* Gouri and her family from Syrian Kurdistan have been living in Athens for half a year now. They get paid by the UN. Even if their marriage was arranged, they have a good relationship and four beautiful children. Yara, the youngest, almost died during their flight. They are raised with strict rules, but above all with love. In that love we share…

Latsheen-Gouri - Kurdistan

What should they do after this half year? Then they are under the wings of the Greek government and that is no luxery. They have to fill the gaps themselves. Anyway, that are worries for later…

My dear friend Isaac* – Onyakonchi from Nigeria – with his beautiful wife Charity from Uganda and his son Conrad is not that lucky. According to the UN they are black and only cross the sea to get a better life! After his positive outlook, this guy is concerned. Last summer I transferred some money so he could go to an island for a small job. That period he felt very happy. Their asylum has been rejected twice. In February is the final decision. However, they are not on the EU list and certainly, they do not get asylum. The optimistic Isaac I met is by now a different person. I understand that very well.

Luck

Aris Grenoble

Aristotes* in Grenoble is more fortunate. He has a tough political affair. That is of no concern for Europe – rules are rules. However, in Grenoble he received papers for 10 years. Even the possibility to go to university. He has stopped that now. As long he has to sleep in a friend’s house where he is not allowed to stay during the day, he is unable to study. However, he has nothing to grumble about…

Another friend from Pakistan with a huge political issue, was rejected and hiding on Lesvos. We helped him to flee to Athens. Suddenly he could go back in the procedure. Unfortunately, the UN made a mistake in his document – one letter in his name is missing. Just enough to make him illegal again…

No, that is no joke. Kaoula* from Palestine, who worked as a translator in Kos, is now in Athens. Unfortunately, she cannot work here because in Kos they made a mistake with her papers. The only option is to go back to Kos to correct it there. Before she can go she has to earn some money…

Rejection

I inquire about a friend from Ethiopia. I have lost contact since he was taken to Thessaloniki. Last week someone contacted me on Facebook. Anonymous. I am overjoyed when I discover it is him. After all, he is still alive. ‘Yasmin, I went from Thessaloniki to Austria by foot. I thought about you every day. In my view, you are a role model for us refugees. I lost my phone and all my papers. Recently I am back on Facebook and found you back. I am here in the procedure and I feel ready now to tell you my story. You must come to Austria…’

People

People are people. This guy is very special. However, is not everyone special? I speak to people on the street. Greeks, whites and colored people. I am curious about their story. We meet and embrace…

Is it not sad that we, as the EU, have decided in advance that every migrant who is not on the list has no reason to enter Europe? My book is a true testimony that several people from Africa and even Nepal have fled a life-threatening situation and cannot return to their homeland. From Emmanuel* from Ethiopia-Oromia, I almost dare to say with certainty that he was murdered by sending him back…

Migrants

Hakeem-Ali-Ikke-Yasir-etc

Suddenly we are in Kos for five days. The Pakistanis we know there are deported to Turkey or Pakistan or are living illegally somewhere on the mainland. Our friend, with his unassailable mood, has found a job in Crete. Our Greek friends are spending these days with family on other islands or in Athens. So we stay with Dorine. She worked at an NGO and was fired because she had a relationship with a Pakistani. He got deported. She went through hell. Quality-time!  We enjoy each other’s company. The weather is beautiful and the sea is a source of healing. That also applies to Erica’s place where we took refugees too. They were welcomed like in Stratoula’s Place at Lesvos. Erica has not forgotten us, even though we met her only once.

  • Again, in Erica’s place we are surrounded by a heartwarming Greek family. Migrants! Like many Greek Erika was born in Australia from Greek parents…

Love and Light,

Giri and Yasmin – from Lesvos – Greece

Happiness has no reason – On the road and Christmas

Happiness has no reason – On the road and Christmas

We embrace old and new friends in Brussels, Paris, Grenoble and Turin. We spend a week near Plum Village, a Buddhist community founded by the Vietnamese Thich Nhat Hanh, where every breath is Love. We leave our books in their libraries and with friends. Love is flowing and we walk breathlessly through the stillness of the first snow in the mountains around Turin. Pure magic…

Happiness

Every meeting is a gift. Whether it concerns a refugee, a migrant, or a ‘normal’ person. In essence, there is no difference between the other and me. We are all refugees, migrants and ultimately people. We are all looking for happiness. Not a short-lived happiness that we have to repeat all the time, but that Source of being in each of us that is connected to Soul: our true Essence…

Leonidas Orlando in Sicily – a true human being

Visiting Mayor Leonidas Orlando

The moment I hear his name, I know I want to meet him. Therefore, we visit Sicily. Palermo feels like coming home. The next morning we walk to the town hall. Miraculously, all doors are opening immediately and all obstacles are removed. Within half an hour, we are face to face with the mayor of Palermo, a miracle of sincerity. We chat about the Pope, the visit of our King Willem Alexander and his wife Maxima, about refugees and my book: ‘One Love – One Heart’. Then we hug and kiss. There is no distance between him and me. Together, we fill all the space…

In 1992, Leonidas began his career by clearing Palermo from the Mafia. In those days, no one dared to be on the streets after dark. This guy transformed the city into a safe haven. He is popular with the population, but a burden for policymakers because of his unwavering opinion about refugees and migrants. He personally welcomes every refugee.


Mayor Orlando

‘Every person has the right to be where he or she wants to be. Whether he has to flee his country because of war or wants to build a new future because he is poor. Due to the policy of the EU -the boundaries we raise- we play the Mafia in the card. We create an immense illegal circuit, a breeding ground for crime…’


The policy of his colleague from Pozzallo is the same. The first time he went to the coast to welcome migrants, he found 45 corpses in the boat. He decided to let this never happen again. In Sicily two seemingly contradictions are going hand in hand effortlessly.

Care Mineo

Our waiter

The largest camp in Italy is housed in a former military base. The place is okay, it is only two hours walk to Mineo. Bus services are scarce. If they do not show up in the evening, they are put on the street and their procedure is stopped immediately.


Meetings

We meet wonderful people. Sicilians who shower us with boundless hospitality. Africans who have a residence permit and take a return ticket for 500 Euros to fly to their home country to stay with their families for several months a year. Then we have the so-called ‘refugees and migrants’ who have to pay thousands of euros because we Europeans decided to close the borders. They risk their lives in unsafe areas, such as Libya, where a human life has no value and in non-seaworthy rubber boats. After registration in the hotspots, they are doomed to idleness. They are just waiting in the camps for a residence permit. Some have been here for a few months. Others, mostly Africans, for more than two years. They are not on the European list…

Ebrahim

We make music and dance together on the street. Unity from Nigeria shares his horrible story: about the corpses and the killings in Libya and the tension at sea. He is safe now. However, his wife and child are in Turin. He did not see them for two years. He is here seven months and still he has no permission to unite with them. How painfull! I wrap my arms around him…

Om Shanti,
Yasmin and Giri

Merry Christmas

Mery Christmas
Happiness has no reason

Happiness has no reason
Is sustainable
Is your true NATURE
Is an inner state of BEING
Is ON-dependent from others
or from outer circumstances
I wish you HAPPINESS without reason…

Today – with Christmas – in 2018 and always


Announcements

The second birth is the birth in spirit…

Without friction no shine

Without friction no shine

We are born naked and slowly but surely, we dress ourselves with the veils of oblivion. We start to create our own beliefs systems, related to our culture and religion. One morning we wake up and start to realize that everything we have ever assumed for truth is nothing more and nothing less than an illusion.

Your carefully build-up self-image collapses. You feel abandoned from God and everything. You end up in a depression, your relationship breaks down or you get sick. You can do two things. You continue your life as you have lived it so far and you let yourself be treated. Alternatively, you start to realize that your depression is a gateway to a higher goal: a first step towards spiritual awakening, what only can be achieved through an inner war.

The situation in the world attests to chaos, resistance to everything that is common and open violence. It is a perfect reflection of our inner universe.

We always want something different from that what is. We want peace on earth, we want to be happy and a life without pain, while deep inside we know that this is impossible.

We are used to ad ourselves to systems that provide us with a sense of security. Whether those systems are culture, education, religion, new age or politics does not make any difference. We live in the spirit of the herd and this fits us well until the moment we wake up. The bomb bursts, hell breaks loose and we start to rebel.

We are not going to argue about enlightenment. Nothing can be said about that. After all, when you are enlightened, there is only void…

The process of awakening is a gradual process. A process of true warfare. From now on we experience  war no longer in the outside world, but inside ourselves. Believe me, the outside war is just a weak reflection of the war inside. There is only one enemy we have to fight, and that is our ego. The ego is an enemy that cannot be combated with outer weapons, through denial or under the guise of love. This enemy asks for a fair look inside. Slowly but surely, you will see that everything you project on the outside world as good or bad comes from your own inner world, in short it is war…

Yasmin I am longing for a world of peace for all humans

Sorry guys, we need to understand that this world of opposites has been given to us as a divine gift. How for god sake we can learn the difference between good and evil, as we cannot experience this by ourselves? To transcend the world of duality we must first descend fully into our inner world to open all hidden treasures to find ultimately the harmony between light and dark. At that moment, everything is as it is. No longer will we make distinction. We do not feel the need to be anywhere else. We have transcended duality and came home. No longer, we feel the need to fight evil in the outside world and we want everybody to have his or her own initiation path. In short, an inner war is the only, very lonely, way to find our inner true.

We start to drop all belief systems that give us the appearance of security. We drop all images of a heaven or a life in the afterlife.  We start to realize that nothing can be achieved. All we have is this moment…

Love has little to do with wanting to be sweet. Love is clear and chaotic. Love, unconditional Love, makes everything painfully visible we do not want to feel or experience.

Freedom is an inner state of being. The way inside is the only way. You will feel lonely. All escape routes are closing. I could tell you that the reward is big, but you will only know this afterwards. In short, it is jumping from the high diving board without life jacket and without any security. Jumping with closed eyes, in full surrender…

Love does not close her eyes for this earthly reality, even if we know that all of this is no more and no less than an illusion: the violence, the wars, Mr. Trump of Geert Wilders. Love is knowing that everything and everyone has a function to become a true Human Being. To say it clearly: happiness cannot be found in the material world. Although there is nothing wrong with enjoying the good things in life. This becomes a delightful activity if we desire nothing because we are no longer attached to anything.

Manifestation

Camp Moria-Lesvos

We can use the law of manifestation as a way to fill our inner emptiness. You can crave for material luxury, a bigger house, a bigger car and even a more luxurious holiday in the hope you will be more happy. You can meditate and affirm until you weigh an ounce. The moment you discover you are perfectly imperfect, you discover that your essence is emptiness and that you do not have to fill that emptiness with surrogate. That emptiness is filling itself if you do not interfere. You get more clear in what you essentially are: I am who I AM – either emptiness. You embrace all what manifests knowingly that this is what you need. Even if you do not understand it that moment and it is not your desire, on the contrary.

When I took the assignment to write a book about the refugee, I did not realize that I would end up literally in a warfare against the refugee. It was in all respects an inhuman half year and that is physically visible and tangible. However, under the outer sufferings there was an inner knowing that I could not do anything else as I did. The first edition of the book has seen the light and even there is still headwind, I start to feel what the process has done to me. Even more ballast has disappeared. There is nothing left what stands between God and me.

I am not for or against refugees. I do not try to help them, to save them or to solve their problems. I am part of them, as I am part of everything and everyone.

‘Yasmin, this book is a top-notch’. Although the true seeker has loved my books always, my inner world is even deeper polished and no longer I put statements about things I do not have experienced myself.

Maybe the word God will annoy you, but the biggest problem we experience and where all problems arise from is that we have banished God from our lives. For all clarity, God for me is not a man in the clouds, but a boundless consciousness. We think in our separation that we can create everything ourselves. In my opinion, everything is predetermined. Perhaps you think you have a finger in the pie. However, as the process of awakening progresses, you begin to realize that you do not want to interfere. You embrace all that is without judgment and start to clear everything that is between you and the truth. Your experiences will be different. Better to say, your perception becomes different. You begin to see divine perfection behind every manifestation. In that sense, we absolutely create our own reality.

My world probably looks different from yours. I accept life in all her abundancy and her misery. I do not fight but I embrace. ‘Yasmin, why do you think people are treating you like that? It is easy to preach. To walk your talk is something different. I do not know anybody who bring that into practice like you do it…’

‘Do you really think Yasmin that you would attract crowds of people? Come on, sweetheart. You send people home with even more questions. You challenge people to find their answers themselves. In my opinion, the only right way. Unfortunately, people want a ready-made concept, a highway for enlightenment…’

Of course, that is right. We are raised like that. We go to the doctor and say: ‘Doctor here is my body, make it better.’ Our welfare state has also a huge patronized side. It has made us unimaginably dependent and killed much of our creativity. Slowly but surely, we live in a police state where everything is controlled. Where everything already is divided and decided. We live only one part of our being. Our rational male side. We suppress our feminine and receptive side with man and power. We fight all forms of natural healing. We ban natural seeds. Shelves in supermarkets and bookstores have been bought on forehand. In short, our freedom has a price tag.

Inner freedom

The first step toward inner freedom is to admit that we have created all this out of greed. We are fooling ourselves on the economic situation.  We prefer to believe in economics. Years ago when the prices of houses explode, we did not have the courage to let the housing market collapse. We have created a huge problem. That time the pain would have been fierce, but reconstruction was possible. Now we have created a disastrous situation and no longer we know how to fill the gaps.

Perfectly imperfect

Half measures are never a solution. Now we have to cut down, we discover that healthcare can be a lot cheaper. We are forced to think for ourselves and to take responsibility for our own lives…

The current situation forces us to wake up. It forces us not to play the game of the mass but to ask ourselves what we want. The false shine of certainty works stagnating and is fatal for the soul. Life is movement and constant change. As long as we live in fear, objective action becomes impossible. I do not like to discourage you, but any change, any new form, is eventually doomed to disappear. In this respect, we are like nature.

The oak tree does not hold her acorns, because she is afraid that next year she will not wear new ones. She surrenders herself to the rhythm of nature.

Our ego opposes with man and power the process of surrender: Not my will but yours. It is the process of dying and being born again. There is a moment when life takes over. You lose your job, you get a burnout, your partner or your child dies. Literally, you end up in a war. As a true westerner, you probably do not give yourself the time to feel and embrace your process. You immediately begin to fight that war with ready-made solutions, such as pills or other forms of oblivion. All we fight is growing. The more we fight and try to deny the flow of refugees in all kinds of bizarre ways, the more the flow will grow. If you have left the herd behind you, you will descend into hell and experience pain and suffering. This time you do not look for half solutions. However, there is nothing wrong with supporting the process without suppressing it.

Neverland

You emerge reborn from the battle. Do not think you are anywhere. That is an illusion. You are on the way and the road never stops. If you have mastered this universe, you go to another universe. You will receive other assignments. Increasingly difficult, but you have more luggage. Slowly but surely, you end up in Neverland. The battle goes on, but no longer are you part of the battle. You do not judge but embrace all that is. You stand like a rock in the surf in the midst of the noise. You do not understand the world anymore, but you do not condemn her either. You see clearly that the need to help or protect people is arrogant. Your ego grows enormously, but you do not serve the victims by keeping them away from their own unique path to inner freedom.

You need less and less because you are fulfilled within. You eat or you do not eat. It does not matter. You sleep or you do not sleep. It does not matter. You do not need the approval of others anymore…

You do not live in the past. No longer will you blame your parents for anything what happened. You know you needed all of this to get where you are. You no longer support the public opinion. You do not find pleasure in condemning and crucifying others, including priests, nuns, homosexuals, lesbians, Muslims and Christians. Definitely, you are not going to pollute the social media with your stuff. Let alone that you are going to wage war with the one who pinched you in your ass thirty years ago. You know that there is something like action and reaction. However, you do not judge those who do so. You look at the perfection in nature with wonder and realize that there is only one imperfect aspect. That is man, or the ego, who constantly tries to control everything and justify itself.

I do not know

We do not dare to say: ‘I do not know.’  This could be the beginning of a huge revolution. ‘Yasmin, how would you solve the refugee problem?’ ‘Sorry guys, I do not know’. In my opinion, nobody knows. The first step might be to express this loudly: ‘I do not know’. Funny enough, I suspect that all problems resolve by itself the moment we stop interfering…’

‘Yasmin may I be honest. You were chaotic.’ I am grinning. I am no longer afraid of chaos. After all, out of chaos a new order is born. We try to control everything, but the chaos is growing. Anyway, I was who I was. At the end of the presentation, I got a standing ovation. ‘Yasmin, I have never met anyone who is so bright, so sincere and so authentic.’

What I know is that I need to clear up within everything that stands between the refuge and me. It is a hell of a job, but definitely worth it. I did quite a bit of work before, so it was not too bad.  My heart is open, my borders are disappeared. I respect myself, so I respect the refugee, the beggar, the queen, in short I respect -almost- everyone. However, I do not wish to waste my time discussing whether or not we keep the tradition of Santa Claus and the black Pete. Let alone whether Islamic teachers should shake hands with their female colleagues yes or no. There are a few rules and arrangements we made with each other. Anyone who wants to participate in our society will have to respect that. I also do that. I do not build churches elsewhere and I cover my head in the mosque, to name just a few things. Is a matter of respect.

Compassion is not love. Respect yourself and be clear what is important for you. Then you lovingly can respect and embrace others and you will appreciate the differences in cultures, which make life so colorful…

My being is boundless. Men and women are not equal but equivalent. Blood killings do not fit into our culture, and burka’s are even not allowed in Mecca. If we do not dare to be honest, we get stuck in misunderstanding and blame. For clarity, understanding is something that must come from both sides. The moment we no longer want to fight, we do not have to combat anything anymore. Our life takes its natural course. No longer have we to convince others. All therapists and coaches are suddenly unemployed. All NGO’s are dismantled. All churches are closing. In short, life gets boring!

However, inside of us there is an overwhelming richness.  Through wind and weather, through war and peace, it will bring you deeper and deeper into your sacred space, your inner silence…

Om Shanti – Let us be in peace…

Yasmin

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Love is sustainable

Love is sustainable

Every person is looking for Love. The moment you have found that source of love inside yourself, no longer will you search for it in the outside world and your energy will flow abundantly…

Babies who do not get love stay behind in their growth. A person dies if he does not get love. Maybe his body does not die, but certainly his spirit. At best, he becomes someone who survives, in the worst case he becomes a criminal and will kill without emotion as he has been killed.

Funny that we pay so much attention to fight evil, to acquire knowledge and outside matter while all we need to bring up a healthy and self-evident child is love. That last one seems to be a forbidden fruit…

Do you experience that everything you give attention grows?

The world is a reflection of your thoughts and beliefs. Until we take full responsibility for our own lives, we will continue to shop in the outside world, we will fill our emptiness with surrogate and we will continue to project our misery on others.

When all the shortages was filled in me, I discovered that I no longer had to do anything. I only had to be what every human being is in essence: an eternal source of love. Being love is another thing than covering everything under the guise of love and the shine of holiness! Love exposes everything that has been hidden carefully. Love begins by recognizing and embracing yourself fully.

No longer I feel the urge to bring all the misery of the world into my house by social media. I cannot change that. Every change is taking place within myself.

We cannot change the world. You can only change our view of the world

Ellen and Yasmin

Meantime I can say that I embrace myself with my perfect- and less perfect sides. In this material manifestation, I cannot only be light. Embracing both poles means harmony and wholeness. The heart is the engine. Life is full and fulfilling without filling in anything.I am very sensitive and everything I experience is going through my body. Unlike in the past, it will no longer stick on it. I am more a observer, an open channel. How arrogant to think that I had to bear the suffering of the world. It may be there. This also belongs to perfection. I can only be present, grateful in any moment.

Surrender

I cannot change the flow of life. I can fight or let myself float on the stream. The moment I was tired of fighting, I surrendered: I let go – I let God. No longer I was a willing sheep. I got rid of the herd that makes evolution impossible and went my own way. It was painful and not always they loved me. No longer this is important. It is not about what others think of us, it is all about daring to live our own truth.

I take responsibility for my own actions. I cannot blame anyone and certainly, I cannot use God to justify my actions. If you do, I will not stop you. I will respect your way and not debate with you, what is another form of war.

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Since I no longer want to hold on, not a partner, children, friends, and certainly no material possessions, love flows effortlessly inside and outside me. Fear is disappearing like snow for the sun and I feel free as an eagle in his flight.

After a half year with refugees in Greece, I experience a same openness here. People come to my house and feel charged. It is not my intention to make them depend on me or to hold anyone. To transform you have to experience the depth of hell and the height of heaven. Why should I stop someone from this process while I know this is the only way to wake up?

Om Shanti – Let us be in peace…

Yasmin



Face behind Refugee – Haaw from Iran

Face behind Refugee – Haaw from Iran

His name means Lover. And Love is what he really is…

He looks at me and says. I have already met you before. In 1999 you appeared in my dreams. I remember your eyes – your face. I hold my breath…

‘I am born in Tabriz in Iran. My father died 11 years ago of cancer and left our family behind in poverty. I have four brothers and one sister. I am the last born. I went to high school and became a professional basketball player. Because of economical and religious circumstance I fled from Iran 5 years ago. I went to Athens. The police cached me and put me a year in prison. When I came out I took a lawyer and went back to Iran’.

– Life is just an inner journey. People take it too serious…

Moria is a place where people transform. Everybody is equal there. No grades and class distinctions. In times of war people are forced to transform fast to divine beings or they get deeper in there human suffering.

– Moria is the prelude to a world that will merge in all respects. Willingly or unwillingly.

There is no God outside of us. We are all God/Goddess ourselves. What we make out of our lives is up to us. We cannot blame our family, we cannot blame our teachers. Essentially there are no distinctions. No religions. No borders.

Europa has to accept that the roll they have played for centuries is over now. Europe has to step back and hand over the torch to others. We are all equal and we have to mix to transform the human race to a higher level. Now the time is ready for that. We cannot stop this process. Neither by fear – neither by war. Because our essence is the same spirit, we have to drop all religions. We have to drop all cultures. We have to drop our fear for changes. Live is not predictable. You cannot plan your future. You have to step forward in the moment. We evolve by experience. Living in a safe and stable world is just a fantasy. By accepting that life is changing every moment and that we are the directors of our life means that we can feel save in every moment, wherever we are, whatever we have to face.

Even if I not feel save in the outside world, I feel safe inside of myself. I came back to Greece because I fell in love with a girl from Russia. I do not need any papers. I do not care about that kind of things. I just need to go to Athens to meet the Love of my Life, so I can marry her and start my own family. That is part of my program. You know everybody has its own program. It is just embedded in our DNA. You cannot escape from that.

Even if we think we can control our life. It is not like that. Sooner or later we have to follow our inner dream. And that is what I do. Even if Moria is not a human place, Moria cannot take away my humanity. That is my own responsibility. Nobody else.

People are not asking for clothes, tents or food. Okay, that is a necessity, but what they really need is to be seen, to be embraced and to be excepted in their pure human existence. And you are doing this. You give people their dignity back. That is why I Love you and why everybody loves you…

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I feel deeply touched. That night I have a dream. I see a world beyond borders. A world beyond religion. A world beyond ranks and classes. I just see LOVE…

Om Shanti, Yasmin

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Detention Camp Moria Lesvos – A melting pot

Detention Camp Moria Lesvos – A melting pot

He looks at us and says: ‘I have seen you before in Moria. Welcome back ‘. His smile touches my heart…

Mostafa was a nuclear physicist working for Defence in Iran on a nuclear program. He fled Iran after an attack on his life and came to Turkey. His wife and three children were killed by the regime…

After three years he was forced to leave Turkey and applied for asylum in the USA. When they discovered who he really was, they put him on the plane back to Turkey. He could not stay there and fled to Athens. He was arrested and locked for a half years behind bars. He got transferred to Moria. Meanwhile the borders were closed. Although no one could or would do anything for him and there is no possibility that he can leave the island, his spirit is unbroken.

Two kinds

Greece is earning an enormous amount of money from the refugees industry. Anxiously Europe tries to get their borders closed, because they realise all too well that they will be engulfed by millions of refugees…

According to Mostafa there are two types of refugees. Those who are forced to flee their country as their lives are in danger because of war or other political or even non-political situation.

The other group can be described as economic refugees, the adventurer, the fortune-hunter. By the media and by the time-spirit they wake up and become more and more curious about other places in the world. Moreover, not only do they believe in a dream we mirror them that Europe is a Valhalla in terms of money, also because some of them like to enjoy the fruits that are banned in their own country, such as drugs and alcohol. In short, the economic refugees.

How more experienced I got by listening to their incredible stories, how more I have to say that it is more complicated. Every human being has a reason to come here. To risk your live by crossing the ocean in a dangerous rubber vehicle, you do not do that for fun…

Industry

Refugees have become an industry. People from everywhere are recruited by criminal forces and put on the boat, literally and figuratively, for money and false promises. Although they should know the other side of the story, it is often not like that because some reporting is blocked in their country and men happens to be essentially fatalistic. First we have to see before we can believe. And that is ultimately the only way. We have literally to experience things by ourselves before it can sink in. When they arrive here in Moria or elsewhere, their dream of an lovable and rich West soon false apart. There is no way back. The money they borrowed or has brought together by their family for the smuggler route out of hope for a better live for all of them, has to be repaid. That is one reason they cannot go back. There is even a more important point for Arab cultures. Losing your face is something that is not accepted in a macho world of oppression and domination. And a final reason is perhaps the most important. This hell of pain and suffering is a melting pot of almost fifty different cultures where people are lifted themselves up beyond their origins and culture, and where life is lived in all respects at the fullest. It is the survival of the fittest…

I do not understand why we do not focus on dismantling of the criminal smuggler circuit behind the story. Or is it ALL about money…

Crazy

‘Yasmin, I think about going back to Pakistan’. ‘What is stopping you’. ‘We will get a free ticket and 500 Euros. We want 5000 Euros’. I look at him and say, ‘I am a poor Greek. I come to Pakistan. I want a house – I want a job – I want you to send my children to school’.  He looks at me. ‘We are crazy huh Yasmin’. ‘Yeah beauty, you are a bit crazy,’ I tell him without any kind of judgment. ‘What is your heart telling you’, I ask. ‘I want to go home. I miss my wife and children. I dream about them every night. I am going Yasmin. I promise…’

Three days later, he tells me he still wants to go first to Italy to earn some money. I know it is useless to talk about it again. Let him by himself experience what must be experienced by every soul itself…

Bright spot

There is also a bright spot in the life of Mostafa. In Moria Camp he fell in love with a beautiful woman from Iran. Recently he got married. He has another son.

There is another bright spot. He – like many of the Iranians here – became a Christian. His face starts to shine. ‘I have found peace in my heart, Yasmin. Most Muslims hate other cultures and other religions. They take care of their own family but do not feel compassion for other people. Many of them sow discord and hatred. They are killing others because of their religion, but there is no Arab country which like to give us asylum. Despite their difficult situation it are the people from the West who opening up their hearts and preparing to help us …’

Hussein from Afghanistan

Hussein was fearing for his life in Afghanistan. He is six months in Moria. ‘It was not always easy Yasmin, but I have learned here a lot from other people and other cultures. Our system is closing our eyes. They like us to believe that everything within our borders is better than outside our country. Until now it kept people from leaving their countries. But now we let ourselves not stop anymore and here we discover that we are all brothers and sisters …’

Good and evil

I do not think in terms of good and evil. I cannot say that Muslims are wrong and Christians are holy. Everywhere people remain people. Generally, I dare to say, Christians have crossed more often their borders. For them love and care for others has a high priority. And that is not restricted to their family! Generally Muslims derive their security from the Quran and often they shall defend this holy book by tooth and nail. Nevertheless any real Muslim will tell you that the Islam is a loving religion. Undoubtedly  in essence it is like that.

Service

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Moreover, the Christians have walked the path of conversion and domination. To a lesser extent they still do so in Africa and here in Moria. Mormons are operating under the name of NGO Euro-Relief in the Camp and baptize their followers in the sea. We are in Church with our Iranian and African friends. I participate with an open heart. If Emanuel from the USA starts his sermon, I go back in time. I do not stand up to tell the man that he better can use his intension to bring peace in his own country. Who am I to take away the inner feeling of peace from those people who probably experience this for the first time in their live. Some of them have decided to go back to Iran, to their beloved family to share secretly their acquired wealth with them. Openly that is impossible. They will be killed immediately.

Witch Craft

He is young, beautiful, and from Ghana. He came all alone and does not have any preference were to stay in Europe.  He feels safe now he has escaped from whitchkraft that killed his parents and three siblings. Believe me, I know and respect that power. Anyway, he cannot get back even if we want to put all Afrikaners immediately on the plane. Maybe it is undoubtedly true for a certain majority, but how more I listen to their real stories, the more I am convinced that it does not apply to an entire group. And that applies for every culture. You will have to judge every human being individual.

Family Reunion

Migrants from everywhere want to join their families, which are located somewhere in the West. Why stopping them to reunion with their husbands, wives and children, while those are willing to take them up and to care for them?

Stephen from Uganda

His parents died from AIDS, and he grew up in a hard and loveless situation. Aid workers taught him to speak English and made that he more or less felt loved. He worked in Dubai and Hong Kong. Back in Uganda he was imprisoned for months and severely tortured. He suffered from brain damage and fled to Turkey. He was black. His passport and money were stolen. For years he was more or less used as a slave to pay for his treatment and for his stay. When the situation in Turkey became untenable, he fled to the west. He seclude himself from the crowd and is only in the camp after dark. When I met him the second time, I set myself near him on the floor against a tree. The result is an hour-long monologue in which I hold his hands and he makes a start with his inner transformation. That night he sleeps for the first time in months. I see not only hope in his eyes – there is also a sparkling of trust…

Privileged

Refugees from war zones such as Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq and Eritrea are more or less privileged that they have the resources to come to the West. They usually have relatives in their home country that cannot make that crossing and have to fear every day for their lives. You need money, lots of money to make the crossing to the rich West. Not everyone and not every family is able to collect that money…

Control

The more we want control, the more we lose control. When we open the borders, we hit the traffickers of their contraband from hands. It will be less attractive to come to the West. Because we will apply the same rules for everybody. Everyone gets a visa for three months and must provide for its own maintenance. If one wants to settle in the West it will be necessary to comply with rules as applied to Westerners. His/Her contribution must be important or he or she must have sufficient resources to settle here and earn his own living. And believe me or not, we need many people from outside to get a breath of fresh air into the west and to turn around our problems of an aging population and the enormous loneliness that goes along with that.

Pity

Of course we continue to take up refugees from war zones. Now we do that often out of pity, instead of out of compassion – one of the weaker sides of Christianity. We give them a treatment where many of our own people get jealous of. People from other cultures are mostly very happy when they can work to earn their own money.  They are usually used to live together in a small space with their entire families. When we are willing we can learn a lot from them. They can feed and care for an entire family with one salary. Actually, as the Greeks still are doing this. We like to call this poverty. I experience this as pure wealth.

Outdated

What we see as wealth are often things that we do not really need. We only collect them because we do not like to be aware of our inner emptiness and real poverty. We believe that spending lots of money is necessary to let flourish our economy. That is only a belief system. Our economy is an outdated concept that is in dire need of renewal.

Moria a melting pot

Proudly he stands behind the stroller. He is black and comes from East Africa. ‘Family?’ I ask. ‘No, my Afghan neighbours,’ he anwers proudly. Grandmother is sitting in front of the tent. I go on my knees and hug her…

Emotion

What happens in such a hug is indescribable. Every time again it is touching for me, the openness I feel in the hearts of people. In short, there is literally nothing in between. How else I experience that sometimes in the ‘rich’ West.

Here I am completely myself. I walk down the street, I walk through the camp, I touch people, immigrants or Greek and wrap my arms around them. They suck it up like it is gold. Contorted faces are opening up. Tears are flowing and sorrow softens.

Fool

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‘What do you need Yasmin. Can we do something for you. Can we collect clothes?’ ‘No dear that is not my thing. That is incredibly important, but is done by others. I am the fool in the Tarot. I dance with the Iranians, sing with the Afrikaners, drink wine with people who never drank wine before, share their food and accept lovingly the only apple they get that day while I have a whole basket of fruits in my room…’


Border

It does not border me if people are Muslim, Christian or Atheist. To me they are primarily humans and we can enrich each other’s existence by opening our hearts for one another. Willingly or unwillingly, the world shall mingle. That we will not stop by various laws and high bars or walls. This process we can gradually proceed as we dare to open our hearts and let fade our inner borders…

Namasté, Yasmin

My wish for every day and for 2017

One Love

The world has become a melting pot. If we like it or not – we have to learn to live together and to embrace each other, un-regarded race, culture or religion. We are ALL one and we NEED each other.
It is my desire that we go beyond limitations in 2017. If we open our INNER borders – we will open ALL borders…

Let 2017 be a year of prosperity, human rights and freedom for ALL of us…

NEW Video Yasmin ENGLISH about Non-duality and Refugees
– ‘Love is All that IS’


Unbelievable escape-route Malak from Eritrea – 2011 untill now

Unbelievable escape-route Malak from Eritrea – 2011 untill now

He grew up as an orphan. Like every man he got a combined military training. He collected enough points to go two years to college. He wanted to do economics, but was forced to be a teacher without payment. You remain on call for the army to the age of 70th. Until then you get no passport and cannot legally leave the country. ‘I never knew how oppressed we were until I arrived in Israel…’

Suddenly the school is surrounded by soldiers. All 18 years old are recruited without food or water, without saying goodbye to their families and has to walk hundreds of kilometres to a remote area in the desert of Djibouti – where they got trained…

‘I could not kill people and wanted to leave military service. We were locked up in a camp in the desert – compared to Moria. When we tried to escape they sent the dogs after us. We spent hours running and chased the dogs away with sticks’.

‘Near the Sudan border is a small village. There are living nomads from Eritrea and Sudan. They kidnap people. With their help we got inside of Sudan. Eritreans working in Sudan sent us to the office of the United Nations. They brought us to a refugee camp similar to Moria’. ‘I stayed there for five months. I had no work and no one could help me.’

Malak fled and found work at the Sudanese border with Eritrea. He got kidnapped, managed to escape and tried two times to stabbing the border to Khartoum, the capital of Sudan. He was picked up and brought back to the refugee camp.

He lost hope and went searching of smugglers who could take him to Israel. He reached the Sinai in Egypt. ‘This area is ruled by the Mafia. They have nothing human and sell drugs and people.’  Eventually he found a smuggler who promised him a safe route to Israel. With other refugees, they were pakked into three wooden boats, each with 25 people, to cross the Nile. Two of the three boats sank before his eyes and helplessly he had to watch while nearly 30 people drowned. ‘I can still hear the screaming of the people. We cried. Fisherman heard our shouting. They picked us up from the water and took everything from us. Later we found another smuggler and continued our journey.’ ‘I was 2.5 months in the Sinaï desert. The Bedouin asked $ 3.500 ransom. ‘The forced us to call our families to bring the money to a middleman in Eritrea. If you cannot get the money together, they cut one by one your fingers. ‘I was lucky Yasmin’. ‘We were beaten with sticks, got hardly any water and food and had to do construction work at night’.

‘When I had finally had collected the money, I could enter Israël. The Israelis were nice. They wanted their government gave us a work permit. We received a residence permit for four years, got some jobs and got paid little.

To be free Malak saved all his money. After four years they did not get a residence permit. On December the 27th in 2015 they were not allowed to work any longer and had to enter the camp. Their friends were very worried.

They were given three options:

  • To stay forever in Israel in a closed camp in the desert. Complete care, room and board, but they were not allowed to leave the camp. ‘According the Government we were ruining their Jewish culture.’
  • To return to Eritrea with $ 3.500 and a free airline ticket. Of course not an option.
  • Israël had signed a treaty with Rwanda: A free ticket, $ 3.500 and three days Hotel.

Malak knew a number of people had managed to enter Europe from Rwanda and he chose Rwanda. He gave his savings in hands from a good friend and left with empty hands.

After three days they found smugglers. For $ 2500, they transferred them in a minibus to Kampala, the Ugandan border. From Kampala they continued their journey to South Sudan. They were arrested by corrupt police officers who knew they came from Israel. Totally he paid $ 1000 to cross the border with South Sudan. They followed the main route to Juba, the capital of South Sudan. He paid another $ 500 and was flown to Sudan with a fake passport for $ 900. His friend in Israel sent money via Western Union. Someone was waiting for him at the airfield and so began his journey to the North.

‘It was awful. Everywhere were little checkpoints manned by teenagers with guns and we had to pay until we arrived in Khartoum. Here many people are waiting to go through. I stayed there for nine months. We were regularly arrested by the police, thrown in jail and we had to pay. I wanted to leave Sudan. I was worried and slowly I got mad. My money was finished, but my friend in Israel was willing to pay. I met an Eritrean with a residence permit in Sudan. He had a visa for Turkey for $ 7.000. ‘I got the money from my friend.’ With a fake passport Malak flew into Istanbul. He stayed there for two weeks, was put in prison and arrived in March, after the borders were closed, for the extremely high amount of $ 1500 in Lesvos.

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Finally free! Again they put him in a detention camp. Now he is here for ten months without registration – without interview and without medical care. Unbelievable…

Although his emotions occasionally are visible, and his pain is palpable, his spirit is unbroken. Malak does justice to its name. He is really an Angel…

Although Eritrea is still at war with Ethiopia, the people do not care about this. In Moria they live peacefully together and have relationships beyond limits…

Om Shantii – let US leave in Peace

Yasmin

One Love

A day in Camp Moria in Lesvos

A day in Camp Moria in Lesvos

An icy cold wind is blowing through Camp Moria. There are no heaters in the tents and people barely have warm clothes. There is only cold water. The laundry will not dry. Most toilets do not work. Winter has to start yet! Four people were killed because they wanted to warm their tent. I see pain in the eyes of the boys who tried to rescue them…

Boys from Syria are dancing to keep themselves warm. I dance with them. Africans gather wood for cooking their maize porridge and just to have a feeling of warmth. People spend hours in the queue to get food. Others do not like this and prepare their own food.

For many, this is hell. But there is certainly a reason why those people are here together. On the road to a world without borders people must first learn to tolerate and to respect each other regardless colour, culture or religion…

Cosmopolitan

If I should not have been a world citizen yet, I have become one in this week at Camp Moria. Detention Camp Moria feels like a large enclosed square where about 6.000 people staying in smaller and bigger tents. They are not allowed to do something. Some find a way out of hell. They help to clean, follow guitar lessons or walk to Mytilini to study English or Greek in Support Center Mosaic. A few, like a friend of Pakistan, is working as a volunteer.

Detention camp Moria Lesvos

The children are as careless as anywhere. They have no problems with ethnicity and play with each other without worrying about the future. They seems to know that we cannot plan the future – that the future just unfolds itself by embracing THIS moment at the fullest…

Some are unshakable positive. Others immediately deposit all their woes on us. I stop this as quickly as possible. I do not like to be dragged into a pool of perdition. I want to look for opportunities. I am Loving, honest AND if necessary confronting: ‘We did not ask for this. Europe is NOT waiting for you’. Every time the result is surprising. With a few exceptions, they put me all in their HEART.


After a cup of coffee in the tent of one of our Afghan friends, we meet for the 2nd time the Ethiopian community. Some of them still remember us from last August and even what I said to them. ‘You’re beautiful – you’re powerful. Whatever happens, stay centered in your heart’. Some of the 250 Eritrea are more than eight months here. They speak perfect English and are very open minded. This in contrast with most Afrikaners who live in their own territory.

Registration

I hear heart-breaking stories. After 8 months, none of them is registered. A process which must take place within 25 days. Many Eritrea has wounds from gunshot as they tried to flee from the army. One of them is in a horrible state. They took him regularly to a medical post. It was always: ‘Tomorrow’. The man is thin, he can barely walk and is in great pain.

Last March Doctors Without Borders have withdrawn from Camp Moria because they could not agree with the procedure of mass expulsion. We see heart-breaking situations. There seems to be hardly any medical care in the camp…

They look to us with a sparkling of hope in their eyes. Can we provide a lawyer or at the least can we ensure that their friend get the medical help he really needs? For this time we cannot, so we treat the man on the spot. He falls asleep on his seat and is more or less supported by his friends into his tent.

Many of these guys have fled from the army, because of murders within their families or because of other horrible things. They went to Israel and were given a work permit for five years. After five years, they were brought to Rwanda and given into the hands of smugglers. Through many wanderings they are here. No way they can go back home again…

We hear that the Greeks are not always that friendly to blacks. In certain cafes those guys were told that they only serve the Greeks…

Romance

Two lovers are kissing each other through the fences. They are from Eritrea and Ethiopia. Another couple lives together in a tent. For them Moria is a kind of a Paradise. Their government wants to separate them. But the people go beyond that and love each other…

Confrontation

Detention camp Moria Lesvos

While the soldiers marches in with shields and batons, I talk to a guy from Palestine. He wants to show me pictures of the fires. I know it all – I am not interested. One of the boys was beaten by the soldiers. ‘They are afraid of us.’ ‘Of course they are, you cannot understand this?’ After an intense confrontation I embrace him. He has changed totally. ‘Today my day is blessed. I met you’ the guy tells me. ‘I want to meet you again, here or in the Netherlands’. Also those guys are not registered yet. Unbelievable!


The Netherlands

Nias from Iraqi Kurdistan appeals to us in perfect Dutch. He worked for years in Rotterdam. His wife and children are in the Netherlands. He arranged everything to let his family come over to Kurdistan and was stopped by the IS. So he sold his house to return to his family in the Netherlands and was stopped in Lesvos. He loves to pay his own residence. Like many others…

Joy

Our presence within the camp brings a sparkling of joy into the hearts of everyone we touch. Afterwards we share our experiences with our friends in Panagiouda and are overwhelmed with Greek kindness and sweetness. I feel extremely blessed that I am in the circumstances to meet all those beautiful souls, refugees as well as Greek…


Om Shanti
Yasmin – December 8, 2016

Chaos again

Since last week there is a new wave of refugees. Every day there arrive around 150 people in Lesvos and in Kos. Now they are brought in speedboats…

NEW Video Yasmin ENGLISH about Non-duality and Refugees
– ‘Love is All that IS’

Back on the road to Greece

Back on the road to Greece

We live in a world created by our concepts, ideas and conditioning. When we start to live from the hearth, we are not limited anymore by our boundaries. We are ready to serve the world without being a servant…

On the road

When we arrive by car in Vezelay, our Pakistani son of Lesvos get been smuggled to the mainland. He escaped for the 2nd time from deportation.

Montsegur – Cave of Bethlehem

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I stay at the top of the Montsegur and talk about the person who awakened my interest in the Cathars. As we descend the mountain at the end of the day, I met this person at the base. Miraculous or divine tuning…

Although the cave of Bethlehem is closed to tourists, we managed to find her flawlessly. She receives us with open arms…


Family

I met her only once. The daughter of my favourite nephew. On the 6th of May 2002, the day our politician Pim Fortuyn was murdered, she came to my lecture. We are connected forever. My books are in her bookcase. Limitless we enjoy each other’s company at the Spanish border… ❤

Italy and migrants

In Ventimiglia, we meet hundreds of Africans. They are like rats in a trap. When they cross the border into France, they are picked up by the police and returned to Italy. Going home is also impossible. The residents are terrified from gatherings of black men, so the police is chasing them apart. Women and children are behind the church, protected by a fence.

‘We dream of a rich and loving Europe,’ Esna from Eritrea shares with us. ‘Here we find out that it is not like that anymore. We miss our family and we start to realise that life in Africa is not that bad…’

– What we see at an individual level, also takes place nationwide. Nobody wants to take the responsibility for the situation at their front-door and they are pointing their finger at Europe…

Torino – Osama from Egypt

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He escaped miraculously from Moria-camp in Lesvos and works at night in the kebab restaurant of his brother. The nightlife and the loss of his beloved ones has left its mark, but he radiates of joy when we meet. We take him to the Egyptian Museum. Finally he sees something of its own culture, which in Egypt is only for tourists…

Sham from Pakistan

He flew to Paris and was singled out by customs. He starts to understand that a rejected asylum in Greece makes it practically impossible to get asylum elsewhere in Europe…

Tsangwa from Kenya

Three weeks he was missing, my dearest friend of Kenya. I was very worried. With the help of friends he was found in a desperate condition. Empty-handed again, but thank God – he is alive…

Greece

We crossed by ferry from Ancona to Patras and came home in Greece. We have precious Greek and non-Greek encounters. In Athens we found our Syrian families back. But that is for later…

Grateful

Giri and I are very much okay. There is a huge inner space inside of me. No urge to do something or to be somewhere. Inside of me or outside, the energy does its job flawlessly. And even if it looks like doing  nothing in the outside world of forms, every day the circle of love is more tangible…

Om Shanti – Let US be in PEACE…

Yasmin

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