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In India you will often find
people who call each other uncle, son, sister or
mother although they are not related by blood. Blood
is not that important in these relations. It is the
love that counts and which makes them a family. I
also have this kind of family in Bombay. I was very
close to them when I was in my twenties. There was a
man whom I called my uncle. Today I got the news
that he passed away.
Before I
got to know that I was already in a strange mood. In
my first healing session I suddenly felt that
something was wrong but I could not really tell what
it was. When Ramona and Yashendu wanted to leave for
a Yoga Workshop Ramona asked me if she could take
the mobile. I replied in an untypically sharp way:
"No!" I was wondering myself and I saw
that she was wondering why I answered like this. I
even did not really need the phone. But it was good
because I was called just some minutes after they
had left and was told that he had died. I am sad.
After calling this family I also talked with Roger.
Just this sad mood is there, this energy is there.
Life is a mystery; nobody knows what will happen in
the next minute.
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