God, the cosmos or Mother Earth

I work on our bikes to get them ready for our imminent departure. I look out of the window with mixed feelings and watch the dark rain clouds. A strong wind blows around the sober-looking apartment blocks. Large puddles have formed on the roads and paths and the thermometer is at 15 degrees. Not nice weather for our trip. The longer we stay here, the more comfortable I become. A slight melancholy creeps over me again, nourished by a vague fear that increasingly spoils my mood. I think of the great taiga that stretches for thousands of kilometers across the southern Siberian mountains. I think of the wet camps in the tent and above all I wonder how we can protect ourselves from the terrible ticks. The more I think about it, the bigger a wall of resistance builds up inside me. Suddenly the phone rings. In the meantime, I’m no longer afraid to pick up the phone and get in touch. “Denis?” “Yes?” “It’s Heinz,” comes the voice of our very good friend who maintains contact between the sponsors, fans and us. “Really fantastic to hear your voice,” I chatter. “Denis, I’ll just tell you how it happened. Your mother called me. Your father is in hospital and has been fitted with a pacemaker.” It takes me a few seconds to understand the content of the message. “Denis, it all went well. No problem at all. Your father is doing very well. He can live to be 100 with the pacemaker,” my friend’s matter-of-fact yet caring voice reassures me. Then he explains to me what has happened. Just one day later, my mother tells me that my father has passed out several times in the last few weeks. “We were standing on the terrace when he suddenly felt sick. When he fell over, I held his head. Its weight knocked me over with it. If I hadn’t put my hand protectively on the back of his head, he would have crashed into the concrete trough. Then he got up as if nothing had happened. He didn’t want to see a doctor. You know how he is. Nevertheless, I immediately called the doctor who admitted him to hospital straight away. They were already waiting for him there. A long-term ECG showed that his heart stopped from time to time. They then operated on him immediately. It was Sunday and the head physician came in on his own time to perform the operation. Your father was lucky. He is doing well. He can indeed live to be 100,” I hear and feel the tears of relief rolling down my cheeks. “You saved his life,” I whisper. “Yes.”

I have been traveling abroad extensively since 1982. Traveling has been my profession since 1991 and Tanja and I are often away from Germany for years at a time. Never before had I received bad news from home. On the contrary, our close relatives and friends often had to hear negative news from us. Now it’s the other way around and I’m very relieved to hear about the good outcome of this disaster. Of course, life is not endless and I am aware that I too will be hit by terrible news from time to time. But who expects to be hit by a bad message themselves? Such moments make me think in particular. Again and again I come to the conclusion that death does not exist. That we humans are part of the cosmic energy. A part of EVERYTHING THAT EXISTS. And if this is the case, the energy is only transformed into another form of being when we die. After all, we know that energy cannot be destroyed, only transformed. So when a person dies, he leaves his body behind and his life energy, perhaps also called soul, unites with the aforementioned whole, which can also be called God. For me, God is the cosmos, Everything That Exists or what I keep writing about, Mother Earth!

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