Once upon a time I was born in a world, where my fearful and desperate voice was not heard by my environment. They were afraid of becoming controlled by it. Finally, I became silent, I gradually accepted that they have ears only for my “good voices”. I forgot deeply that I have fearful voices at all. However, they communicated with me to listen to them, follow them whether they talk to me with love or fear. I mostly did so, but I became deaf for certain messages. Years passed in this way, I identified and wrapped myself into the mixed voices of my environment which gave me some warmth. Until a night when I had an interesting dream.

In my dream I was in a house, and close to its entrance there was a familiar room with a television and a video player. There was a video cassette already prepared and I pushed it in. On the screen a golden triangle appeared with an eye in it. In the very moment I found myself in another world, which did not seem as a dream, it was deeply realistic and natural. I was flitting over a lake, which shore was full of softly and gracefully bending plants with golden aura. The feeling of peace here was all pervading. In the next moment a blackish silhouette of a young boy unfolded in front of me. His eyes were sparkling as stars and with the rising sun behind him he asked me: Why don’t you want to know how you really are? I was silent. In the next moment I realized he was not alone. He was surrounded by cows, who just peacefully were grazing in the dawn field. I heard their ringing bells, while they were stepping slowly. After this I woke up…and started to speak in a voice which was forgotten a long time ago. This voice was not good or bad, it was simply the voice of my spirit. And the first thing I said was that from now on I want to remember Govinda and listen to Him.

As soon as I expressed it loudly, everything started to change around me. The ground was shaking under my feet and sooner or later – regardless of my attachment to my environment, or their attachment to me – everything was falling into pieces around me. Each and every voice which did not belong to me deeply, whether it was fearful or pleasant, simply detached from me. I became naked and vulnerable…and here the story could slowly end, but it took an unexpected turn.

In this naked condition I became able to receive the love from Jesus as well: once we were flying above the clouds. He held my hand, looked into my eyes and I felt His joy, our belonging and love for each other. When I realized the significance of this meeting, I decided to remember Jesus as well. I would like to share myself with Him as well. Accordingly, my new dress, my new environment is continuously created by the harmony of sounds of Jesus, Govinda, the spirits loving them and my spirit. This connects me into a world, where neither only mine, nor theirs, but the joy of all of us is in the center. To this world those can connect who speak/are speaking with their spirit’s clear voice and as much as they speak/are speaking with their spirit’s clear voice.

Thus, who we listen to and what we are expressing determine our experienced reality. If the voice we listen to is either good or bad, but is not the voice of our spirit, we do experience the life around us alienated, where we deeply feel ourselves isolated. If the voice belongs to our spirit and we have the courage to speak with that, that moves our reality. If the reality which is arranged around us causes suffering to us, that means that our voice belongs to us but it is not crystal clear. If we would like to overcome pain, we need to speak with the clear voice of the spirit. In order to be able to do that we need to listen to those who have a clear voice.