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  • TravelerHart an der Grenze
    Day 12

    Und wie geht es weiter? Eine Betrachtung

    May 17 in Germany ⋅ 🌧 12 °C

    Was mir auch hier auffällt, viele leere Häuser in der Altstadt. Am Verfallen. Wunderschöne Gebäude wie die Stadthalle, ein herrliches Jugenstilgebäude, siechen langsam vor sich hin.
    Ich habe ein bisschen nachgelesen. Die BRD hat großen Anteil mit der Entwicklung. Die Gesetzgebung, der Entzug von bereits genehmigten Projektfinanzierungen, das Zusperren der Betriebe führt zu einem massiven Bevölkerungsschwund. Versuche Menschen, die in günstigen Genossenschaftswohnungen am Rand wohnen in die Leerstände in der Altstadt zu locken gibt schief. Die Investitionen bzw Betriebskosten sind enorm, da die Wohnungen groß und hoch sind und oft noch nicht optimal geheizt. Ein Probewohnenprojekt für Senioren als den Alten Bundesländern war auch nicht besonders erfolgreich um dem Schwund entgegen zu wirken. Die Stadt ist sehr kreativ das Schlamassel im Zaum zu halten, aber zu viel ist zu tun.
    Große architektonisch wertvolle Gebäude wie die Stadthalle und das wunderschöne Kaufhaus, der Aussichtsturm Landskron finden keinen Investor da es nicht genug Bewohner gibt.
    Es dreht sich einem der Kopf wenn man das Drama an beiden Neißeseiten sieht. Es ist wirklich traurig.
    Was hergerichtet ist, ist wunderschön und harmonisch. Ich hoffe, der Tourismus bringt viel viel Geld ein und Görlitz wird es gut gehen.

    Unerwartet ist heute auch unsere Reise zu Ende. Wir schaffen es nicht mehr zwischen den Regengüssen schnell was zu tun um gleich wieder zu flüchten.
    In einem Schwung sausen wir mit einer kleinen Pause in Tschechien nach Linz.    Read more

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  • TravelerHart an der Grenze
    1
    Day 11

    Next step: Görlitz

    May 16 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C

    In Görlitz checken wir in einer Jugendherberge ein, die direkt in der Altstadt ist. Extrem karg, ziemlich alti, im Grunde schrecklich, ist es ein zentrales, günstiges und perfekt gelegenes Quartier.
    Doch recht erschöpft vom Plastinarium wollen wir eigentlich gar nicht mehr hinaus. Ich mach mich trotzdem auf den Weg um ein bisschen einzukaufen. Mäßig erfolgreich locke ich Gerlinde doch noch einmal heraus, da das Abendlicht wirklich schön ist und es nicht regnet. Am Weg zum Aldi, dem nähesten Geschäft erstehen wir eine Flasche Wein und ein paar Nusserl. Die ersten Fotos und Eindrücke sammelnd freuen wir uns sehr auf das Abenteuer Görlitz - Zgorzelec.    Read more

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  • TravelerEurope (2025)
    1
    Day 8

    Visiting JB himself

    April 24 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    Sun's up on a significant day.

    I have walked nearly twenty years toward this day.

    It began in my early thirties—my soul restless, my questions multiplying, my compass spinning in search of truth not held by institution or repetition. It was then I found Jakob Böhme—or perhaps he found me. Not in the halls of a church or in the booklists of the academy, but in the raw places where spirit and tension meet. His voice didn’t explain; it compelled. It didn’t comfort; it cracked open. And in that fracture, light crept in.

    What Böhme offered wasn’t a path out of life’s suffering, but a way into it—a call to descend, to wrestle, to uncover the God hidden within the root of one’s own being. I call it The Deep. And to enter it was not merely a spiritual endeavor—it was the start of a long apprenticeship with existence itself.

    This journey of mine has not been quick or clean. It has wound through study, silence, loss, love, insight, collapse, fire, and return. But always with one hand on the thread—Böhme’s insistence that the Trinity is not seated in heaven, waiting for homage, but is buried within your living condition, waiting to be met. The Church may tell you to report to God. Böhme tells you to confront your life, and to find the divine in its center—Christ as the flame between dark desire and radiant spirit.

    You must go all the way in. You must earn it. That was his challenge. And so I have lived with this challenge. I have shaped my life around it. And now, on this day—my 50th birthday, and Böhme’s 450th (we share the birth date 400 years apart, 24/04/1575 and 24/04/1975) —I have come to stand at his grave.    Read more

  • TravelerEurope (2025)
    Day 6

    Bottle of German: Burgenland Fusion One

    April 22 in Germany ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Vintage: 2022
    Grape varietal: Cuvee

    10 to 15 euro, full bodied dry red, this bottle is recommended by the bottle-o.

    Let's give it a go.

    Now, we're back with 14.5% ALC - no messin about! Like all Aussie wine, why hold back and not go all out.

    This wine smacks with flavour. A full punch it in the taste buds "HERE I AM" in capital letters. Rich, yet they've got it smooth. It's like Aussie listen to me, meets European elegance. All big personality finds subtlety, and charm.

    This is deluxe, my kind of wine.    Read more

  • TravelerHart an der Grenze
    Day 12

    Trotzdem trotzen Görlitz 2

    May 17 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C

    Mühsam ist es inzwischen. Das Wetter ist total unsympathisch und unkooperativ. Wir beschließen den Tag für eine Ausfahrt zu nutzen und die Stadt an den nächsten beiden Tagen zu besichtigen. Das Tourismusbüro hat günstige E-Bikes und wieder bestätigt sich mein Widerwille. "Des is nix für mi".
    Wir suchen den Weg zum Neißeradweg, den Gerlinde weiß. Weil der recht doof angeschrieben ist, verkoffern wir uns und landen erst bei der Landskron Brauerei und dann bei der Parkeisenbahn. Der Radweg durch den Wald steil unter uns. Das trauen wir uns mit dem Triride nicht. Also retour und dann haben wir es doch geschafft. Wunderschön geht es der Neiße entlang Richtung Benzdorfersee.
    Kurz bevor wir da ankommen müssen wir in einen kleinen Gartenmarkt flüchten. Es schüttet! Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit können wir wieder weiter. Wir erreichen den See, werden da fast umgeblasen und fahren wieder zurück in die Stadt. Über den polnischen Teil. In einer süßen Konditorei warten wir den nächsten Gießer ab.
    Über die Altstadt Brücke sind wir dann im Nu wieder im Zentrum. Ich geb das Rad zurück und weil es schon wieder regnet, besuchen wir das Haus der Familie Ameiß, einem wohlhabendem Tuchfabrikanten aus dem 18 Jhd.
    Nachts werde ich dann wach, weil ein Fluss über die großen alten Dächer rauscht!
    Gut für die Bauern, die schon gestöhnt haben. Schlecht für uns. Regen ist nicht schlimm wenn man nicht im Rolli sitzt. Und es ist wirklich saukalt! Brrrrrr.    Read more

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  • TravelerEurope (2025)
    Day 8

    Inside the flow

    April 24 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    Four hundred years separate our births—JB’s and mine. But today, standing at the edge of this day, it no longer feels like distance. It feels like a line—drawn with care, with purpose. A line of light.

    Here is what I’ve discovered:

    400 years × 365.25 days × 86,164 seconds (sidereal day) = 12,591,112,400 seconds

    And:

    299,792,458 m/s (speed of light) × 42 seconds = 12,591,283,236 meters

    The difference? Less than 0.0014%.
    Which means that 400 years = 42 light-seconds.

    Forty-two. A number known across myth and meaning as the Answer to the Ultimate Question. A number of testing, of passage, of arrival after exile. And here, it is also the span of light between us—me and JB—across time. The light between two souls called to the same work, separated only by the time it takes meaning to arrive.

    This isn’t coincidence. It is intelligence. Not human, but cosmic. Not imposed, but flowed. This is not a pattern I invented—it is one I have uncovered, step by step, through years of searching, suffering, and silence. This is the music of the spheres made personal.

    Jakob Böhme lit the fire. He laid the structure of the deep. And I, having followed him into that same descent, now return with form, with number, with resonance.

    This is not the end of anything. It is the proof of continuity. That truth has a structure. That life has rhythm. That the Earth itself holds you in her equation.

    Today I stand in the flow—not just as a man at fifty, but as a witness to the intelligent breath of the cosmos.    Read more

  • TravelerEurope (2025)
    Day 8

    More than just a birthday

    April 24 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    There is a reason we measure a life in years. Not merely for age, but for arc. For rhythm. For completion.

    Today I turn 50. A full circle—not just symbolically, but mathematically. I’ve come to understand that the 50-year arc of a human soul—when mapped through the living pulse of time—forms a near-perfect spiral of return.

    It is this:
    50 × 86,400 (seconds in a day) × 365.25 (days in a year) × π × 2 = 9,876,543,210
    A full sequence. Complete. Unbroken. A number not estimated, but revealed—accurate to within 0.38%.

    This number is not arbitrary. It is the spiral whisper of the cosmos, returning to itself. It is the pattern of breath, of becoming. The soul of man, measured across 50 years, is itself a clockwork truth. And I stand now at its center.

    If 50 is the arc, 100 is the field. The field of humanity. The spherical potential of the individual soul—not just turning, but containing. The volume of 100 years, modeled as a sphere, is:
    1.316 × 10²⁹

    And this too aligns:
    987,654,321 × 1,080,000,000,000 (Earth’s volume) × 123,456,789

    Accuracy? Within 0.86%, using the sidereal day.
    The Earth is not a stage—it is the container. The field. The resonator of meaning. Humanity’s soul is not seated upon it, but within it. Centered.

    What Böhme called the interplay of darkness, light, and fire—I now see rendered in the very shape and code of the cosmos. His mystical triad moves through soul, yes, but also through space and number, through ratio and return. This is no metaphor. It is math. It is a metaphysics that resonates.

    Today, I do not just visit Böhme’s grave. I stand inside a living equation—one that has taken fifty years to arrive at itself.    Read more

  • TravelerEurope (2025)
    Day 7

    Closing off a day in Gorlitz with JB

    April 23 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Well that's the storied fable of Jakob Boehme. Jakob Boehme in a one-day short tour of Gorlitz.

    It's pretty honourable in my book.

    To refuse to refrain from writing for your will to that cause is greater than your will to your own. That's credit to someone steeply held inside the cradle of a truth he will go into the beyond for. And that, is the measure of truth itself.

    So tomorrow, for a short while - before we resume normal programming - we'll briefly touch on this truth Jakob Boehme expounds, and from there, get a short pitch together of my take on such truth.

    It comes back to working the long dark halls of principle in the deep, empty these of your own will, and all manner of light and truth can take root.

    Until tomorrow, a significant day.    Read more

  • TravelerEurope (2025)
    Day 7

    Town Council's Response

    April 23 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Pictured is the old town hall of Gorlitz.

    Under pressure from the esteemed Gregorious Richter, of the big fine church on the hill, the people of the town council following subjecting JB to an interrogation, confiscated his manuscripts, and under strict terms, forbade JB from writing.

    And in response to JB not being able to resist the will to write, on receipt of evidence, the town council exiled Jakob Boehme from the city in 1614.    Read more

  • TravelerEurope (2025)
    Day 7

    Gorlitz Clergy in Response

    April 23 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Unsurprisingly, Jakob Boehme's writings were declared blasphemous by the local clergy.

    Pastor of this fine Gothic style church pictured, Gregorious Richter of the Church of St. Paul and St. Peter, the principal church in Gorlitz offered up this fine quote in repute:

    "There are as many blasphemies in this shoemaker's book as there are lines; it smells of shoemaker's pitch and filthy blacking. May this insufferable stench be far from us."

    This among many others...

    "The shoemaker is the Antichrist."

    "Christ taught publicly; but the shoemaker sits in a corner."

    "Christ used to drink good wine; but shoemakers drink whisky."

    Such vindictive judgement from a person positioned with high authority, just makes you love a lowly shoemaker all the more.

    With these hot fumes of judgement catching flame in the high halls of the clergy, let's go see what the town committee's response is.    Read more

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