dealing with death. Kübler-Ross, Jung and Tolle.


This is Elizabeth Kübler-Ross. One of my greatest heroes. I have read most of her books. Discovered her in my teens. She is a psychiatrist from Switzerland. The one who began research into near death experiences. Her book from 1969, “On death and dying”, with the theory of the five stages of grief, should be on the curriculum for every teenager on this planet.

The short video moves me deeply. “…or is there also purpose, in learning how to receive…? It is a gift to your children to mother you as you have mothered them, and to see your love and courage when you receive their care…”

It brings tears to my eyes. It is such a compassionate message to the dying lady and her children…
And her way of communicating with the lady, so warm and honest and smilingly…

Here is another little gem of a videopiece about her. (There is loads more on Youtube. Also, her colleague Raymond Moody is worth looking into when it comes to the field of Near death experiences).

An other hero of mine is Carl Gustav Jung.
Here he talks about death. (Shame the sound quality is not the best, but. It´s so lovely to see him as he speaks).

A third person who inspires me greatly, is Eckhart Tolle.
“The power of now”, “A new earth”… amazing books.

Here he is asked about his thoughts on death…:

You know I lost my motherinlaw 30.of September. 7 months ago today, actually.
I still think of her many times every day. Her passing was such a sudden shock.
(It is described in the post RollercoasterRide).

She is … a vital part missing in my everyday life with my husband and children.
I talk to her a lot. I do receive signs she is here.
(In the category Spirituality I write about my education in clairvoyance… The Clairvoyance school on Fanoe especially…)

Yeah. This is just what I felt like sharing today for some reason.
It is important to talk about death. The only thing certain about life.
I hope you find these sources of inspiration useful.
They have helped me a lot in my life, in dealing with the passing of my beloved ones.
For that I am very grateful.


Mutiny of the Soul


Dear Reader

I just read this article through a link on Facebook.

There is a WordPress share button there, but I just keep getting the message “Error 404 – server not found”. If you know how to help me move passed this, please let me know in the comments underneath the post here.

I have copied the text straight into this post, from that article.
It really inspired me. It talks at depth about so many central issues, and tie them together.
Very elegantly. And it resonnates with my own inner sense of truth. On the whole I agree with him. There may be parts where I want to ask a question or add a couple of sentences. But apart from that, I share this writer´s perspective.

Charles Eisenstein.

I stop here, as the word count of this post is already quite high. I found I could not stop reading his article, though, it had me engaged and enthusiastic. Doesn´t happen often to me, when reading an article.

I hope you enjoy it too. Here you are:

Mutiny of the Soul

By Charles Eisenstein /

Depression, anxiety, and fatigue are an essential part of a process of metamorphosis that is unfolding on the planet today, and highly significant for the light they shed on the transition from an old world to a new.

When a growing fatigue or depression becomes serious, and we get a diagnosis of Epstein-Barr or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or hypothyroid or low serotonin, we typically feel relief and alarm. Alarm: something is wrong with me. Relief: at least I know I’m not imagining things; now that I have a diagnosis, I can be cured, and life can go back to normal. But of course, a cure for these conditions is elusive.

The notion of a cure starts with the question, “What has gone wrong?” But there is another, radically different way of seeing fatigue and depression that starts by asking, “What is the body, in its perfect wisdom, responding to?” When would it be the wisest choice for someone to be unable to summon the energy to fully participate in life?

The answer is staring us in the face. When our soul-body is saying No to life, through fatigue or depression, the first thing to ask is, “Is life as I am living it the right life for me right now?” When the soul-body is saying No to participation in the world, the first thing to ask is, “Does the world as it is presented me merit my full participation?”

What if there is something so fundamentally wrong with the world, the lives, and the way of being offered us, that withdrawal is the only sane response? Withdrawal, followed by a reentry into a world, a life, and a way of being wholly different from the one left behind?

The unspoken goal of modern life seems to be to live as long and as comfortably as possible, to minimize risk and to maximize security. We see this priority in the educational system, which tries to train us to be “competitive” so that we can “make a living”. We see it in the medical system, where the goal of prolonging life trumps any consideration of whether, sometimes, the time has come to die. We see it in our economic system, which assumes that all people are motivated by “rational self-interest”, defined in terms of money, associated with security and survival. (And have you ever thought about the phrase “the cost of living”?) We are supposed to be practical, not idealistic; we are supposed to put work before play. Ask someone why she stays in a job she hates, and as often as not the answer is, “For the health insurance.” In other words, we stay in jobs that leave us feeling dead in order to gain the assurance of staying alive. When we choose health insurance over passion, we are choosing survival over life.

On a deep level, which I call the soul level, we want none of that. We recognize that we are here on earth to enact a sacred purpose, and that most of the jobs on offer are beneath our dignity as human beings. But we might be too afraid to leave our jobs, our planned-out lives, our health insurance, or whatever other security and comfort we have received in exchange for our divine gifts. Deep down, we recognize this security and comfort as slaves’ wages, and we yearn to be free.

So, the soul rebels. Afraid to make the conscious choice to step away from a slave’s life, we make the choice unconsciously instead. We can no longer muster the energy to go through the motions. We enact this withdrawal from life through a variety of means. We might summon the Epstein-Barr virus into our bodies, or mononucleosis, or some other vector of chronic fatigue. We might shut down our thyroid or adrenal glands. We might shut down our production of serotonin in the brain. Other people take a different route, incinerating the excess life energy in the fires of addiction. Either way, we are in some way refusing to participate. We are shying away from ignoble complicity in a world gone wrong. We are refusing to contribute our divine gifts to the aggrandizement of that world.

That is why the conventional approach of fixing the problem so that we can return to normal life will not work. It might work temporarily, but the body will find other ways to resist. Raise serotonin levels with SSRIs, and the brain will prune some receptor sites, thinking in its wisdom, “Hey, I’m not supposed to feel good about the life I am living right now.” In the end, there is always suicide, a common endpoint of the pharmaceutical regimes that seek to make us happy with something inimical to our very purpose and being. You can only force yourself to abide in wrongness so long. When the soul’s rebellion is suppressed too long, it can explode outward in bloody revolution. Significantly, all of the school shootings in the last decade have involved people on anti-depression medication. All of them! For a jaw-dropping glimpse of the results of the pharmaceutical regime of control, scroll down this compilation of suicide/homicide cases involving SSRIs. I am not using “jaw-dropping” as a figure of speech. My jaw literally dropped open.

Back in the 1970s, dissidents in the Soviet Union were often hospitalized in mental institutions and given drugs similar to the ones used to treat depression today. The reasoning was that you had to be insane to be unhappy in the Socialist Workers’ Utopia. When the people treating depression receive status and prestige from the very system that their patients are unhappy with, they are unlikely to affirm the basic validity of the patient’s withdrawal from life. “The system has to be sound — after all, it validates my professional status — therefore the problem must be with you.”

Unfortunately, “holistic” approaches are no different, as long as they deny the wisdom of the body’s rebellion. When they do seem to work, usually that is because they coincide with some other shift. When someone goes out and gets help, or makes a radical switch of modalities, it works as a ritual communication to the unconscious mind of a genuine life change. Rituals have the power to make conscious decisions real to the unconscious. They can be part of taking back one’s power.

I have met countless people of great compassion and sensitivity, people who would describe themselves as “conscious” or “spiritual”, who have battled with CFS, depression, thyroid deficiency, and so on. These are people who have come to a transition point in their lives where they become physically incapable of living the old life in the old world. That is because, in fact, the world presented to us as normal and acceptable is anything but. It is a monstrosity. Ours is a planet in pain. If you need me to convince you of that, if you are unaware of the destruction of forests, oceans, wetlands, cultures, soil, health, beauty, dignity, and spirit that underlies the System we live in, then I have nothing to say to you. I only am speaking to you if you do believe that there is something deeply wrong with the way we are living on this planet.

A related syndrome comprises various “attention deficit” and anxiety “disorders” (forgive me, I cannot write down these words without the ironic quotation marks) which reflect an unconscious knowledge that something is wrong around here. Anxiety, like all emotions, has a proper function. Suppose you left a pot on the stove and you know you forgot something, you just can’t remember what. You cannot rest at ease. Something is bothering you, something is wrong. Subliminally you smell smoke. You obsess: did I leave the water running? Did I forget to pay the mortgage? The anxiety keeps you awake and alert; it doesn’t let you rest; it keeps your mind churning, worrying. This is good. This is what saves your life. Eventually you realize — the house is on fire! — and anxiety turns into panic, and action.

So if you suffer from anxiety, maybe you don’t have a “disorder” at all — maybe the house is on fire. Anxiety is simply the emotion corresponding to “Something is dangerously wrong and I don’t know what it is.” That is only a disorder if there is in fact nothing dangerously wrong. “Nothing is wrong, just you” is the message that any therapy gives when it tries to fix you. I disagree with that message. The problem is not with you. You have very good reason to be anxious. Anxiety keeps part of your attention away from your tasks of polishing the silverware as the house burns down, of playing the violin as the Titanic sinks. Unfortunately, the wrongness you are tapping into might be beyond the cognizance of the psychiatrists who treat you, who then conclude that the problem must be your brain.

Similarly, Attention Deficit Disorder, ADHD, and my favorite, Oppositional Defiant Disorder (ODD) are only disorders if we believe that the things presented for our attention are worth paying attention to. We cannot admit, without calling into question the whole edifice of our school system, that it may be completely healthy for a ten-year-old boy to not sit still for six hours in a classroom learning about long division and Vasco de Gama. Perhaps the current generation of children, that some call the Indigos, simply have a lower tolerance for school’s agenda of conformity, obedience, external motivation, right-and-wrong answers, the quantification of performance, rules and bells, report cards and grades and your permanent record. So we try to enforce their attention with stimulants, and subdue their heroic intuitive rebellion against the spirit-wrecking machine.

As I write about the “wrongness” against which we all rebel, I can hear some readers asking, “What about the metaphysical principle that it’s ‘all good’?” Just relax, I am told, nothing is wrong, all is part of the divine plan. You only perceive it as wrong because of your limited human perspective. All of this is only here for our own development. War: it gives people wonderful opportunities to make heroic choices and burn off bad karma. Life is wonderful, Charles, why do you have to make it wrong?

I am sorry, but usually such reasoning is just a sop to the conscience. If it is all good, then that is only because we perceive and experience it as terribly wrong. The perception of iniquity moves us to right it.

Nonetheless, it would be ignorant and fruitless to pass judgment upon those who do not see anything wrong, who, oblivious to the facts of destruction, think everything is basically fine. There is a natural awakening process, in which first we proceed full speed ahead participating in the world, believing in it, seeking to contribute to the Ascent of Humanity. Eventually, we encounter something that is undeniably wrong, perhaps a flagrant injustice or a serious health problem or a tragedy near at hand. Our first response is to think this is an isolated problem, remediable with some effort, within a system that is basically sound. But when we try to fix it, we discover deeper and deeper levels of wrongness. The rot spreads; we see that no injustice, no horror can stand in isolation. We see that the disappeared dissidents in South America, the child laborers in Pakistan, the clearcut forests of the Amazon, are all intimately linked together in a grotesque tapestry that includes every aspect of modern life. We realize that the problems are too big to fix. We are called to live in an entirely different way, starting with our most fundamental values and priorities.

All of us go through this process, repeatedly, in various realms of our lives; all parts of the process are right and necessary. The phase of full participation is a growth phase in which we develop gifts that will be applied very differently later. The phase of trying to fix, to endure, to soldier on with a life that isn’t working is a maturation phase that develops qualities of patience and determination and strength. The phase of discovering the all-encompassing nature of the problem is usually a phase of despair, but it need not be. Properly, it is a phase of rest, of stillness, of withdrawal, of preparation for a push. The push is a birth-push. Crises in our lives converge and propel us into a new life, a new being that we hardly imagine could exist, except that we’d heard rumors of it, echoes, and maybe even caught a glimpse of it here and there, been granted through grace a brief preview.

If you are in the midst of this process, you need not suffer if you cooperate with it. I can offer you two things. First is self-trust. Trust your own urge to withdraw even when a million messages are telling you, “The world is fine, what’s wrong with you? Get with the program.” Trust your innate belief that you are here on earth for something magnificent, even when a thousand disappointments have told you you are ordinary. Trust your idealism, buried in your eternal child’s heart, that says that a far more beautiful world than this is possible. Trust your impatience that says “good enough” is not good enough. Do not label your noble refusal to participate as laziness and do not medicalize it as an illness. Your heroic body has merely made a few sacrifices to serve your growth.

The second thing I can offer you is a map. The journey I have described is not always linear, and you may find yourself from time to time revisiting earlier territory. When you find the right life, when you find the right expression of your gifts, you will receive an unmistakable signal. You will feel excited and alive. Many people have preceded you on this journey, and many more will follow in times to come. Because the old world is falling apart, and the crises that initiate the journey are converging upon us. Soon many people will follow the paths we have pioneered. Each journey is unique, but all share the same basic dynamics I have described. When you have passed through it, and understood the necessity and rightness of each of its phases, you will be prepared to midwife others through it as well. Your condition, all the years of it, has prepared you for this. It has prepared you to ease the passage of those who will follow. Everything you have gone through, every bit of the despair, has been necessary to forge you into a healer and a guide. The need is great. The time is coming soon.

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Wasn´t that just an amazing read?
It kind of answers my reflections from a couple of days ago, in the post Politics and Upliftedness.
I feel we were taken into the seriousness of things, but came out of the read feeling uplifted.

See you later!
Best wishes!
Lene Kaltwasser



Children´s sexuality


A cute little episode happened in our bathroom Friday morning, as my fiveyearold, my threeyearold and myself were getting ready to go to Kindergarten.
We were brushing teeth and getting our clothes on, when my threeyearold boy suddenly asked me if I would kiss his “pee-man”.

(In Danish we call pee “tiss” and a willy/dick/penis we call a “tissemand”, “pee-man”. Especially that´s the name we use when we talk with children about that bodypart. And a girl´s equivalent is called a “tissekone”, which means “pee-wife”. Aren´t they useful and sweet labels?!
In Norwegian we also say tissemann, but there is no word for the female one.
Often we just say “the pee-er”, “tissen”, for both genders´genitals).

I thought it was ever so innocent and touching that my son asked me to do this. I tickle and cuddle and kiss him everywhere else, why would that area be any different? It was clearly time for me to tell him something about it.

So I said; “I´m sure it would feel nice to have your pee-man kissed. But only one´s girlfriend or boyfriend is allowed to do that”. (In Danish/Norwegian the word is “kaereste”, that means “dearest”)

“Your peeman, and your peewife (looking at my little daughter), is for only yourself to play with and enjoy, until you get a dearest, then she can kiss your pee-man, and you can kiss and play with her pee-wife”.

“Mothers and fathers are not allowed to kiss children´s peeman and peekone”, I continued. “It belongs to you only. And grownups can also never be the boy-or girlfriend of a child. A child can only be girl-or boyfriend with an other child. Every grownup knows it is not allowed. If police comes, then they will go to jail for playing with children´s peeman or peewife.
And also, sisters and brothers can not kiss or play with eachother´s peeman and peewife. ONLY when you have a dearest”.

My fiveyearold, who was also listening, and who has heard about these things a couple of times before, added:

“Yes, it´s like you are the girlfriend of daddy. So YOU can kiss HIS peeman.”

I had to keep myself from laughing, and just kept a straight face and the same “but-of course-ish” tone of voice that she was using. To her this was just logical reasoning, no shame attached… So I said “Yes! That is absolutely correct! That´s the way it is.” And gave her a big smile.

Then we just continued our preparations, and soon we were on our way to kindergarten.

I am very proud of my way of dealing with the issue of sexuality with my kids. I have always just answered their questions openly, honestly and without letting my own… maybe hardships with shame, general inhibitions…, shine through. It is not always easy to do, but it gets easier with practice.

They are innocent, they live in these bodies, and I would so much want for them to keep feeling natural and good about their bodies and their sexual feelings. It is so deeply rooted in us, sexuality, or how to say it. It´s part of our core, it has such a great influence on our feelings of identity, self worth… it is a question of spiritual, mental and physical health. I will guard their sexuality from attacks of shame, guilt, sin, taboo and all that stuff society will be throwing at them as they get older.
I want them to keep their innocence and naturalness intact, so it will be easier for them in puberty and in adulthood.

Also, I will keep informing them. Anything they want to know about sex and sexuality, I will answer them openly and honestly. I want them to feel they can ask me anything and never feel scorned or laughed at, pushed away because the grownup gets shy. Such a sensitive issue, difficult to talk about for all of us, we get embarressed…
If I want my kids to be able to ask me their questions as they appear in puberty, that openness and trust must be between us right from the start. I can see the effect with my eldest. She is ten now. And we do talk openly, she does come to me and ask the difficult questions. That fact makes me feel very proud.

I share this anecdote with you, not for the entertainment of a little boy´s innocent question. But because I feel this is an extremely important issue.
How do we raise our children into responsible sexual adults?
How do we make them healthy, and keep their self worth intact, and help them understand the rules of sexual interactions?
Teach them the preciousness of their sexuality, that it is perfectly fine to enjoy the sensations, us adults do to, and that genitals is equipment they can use for making a baby when they are grown, to become a lucky mother or a lucky father, and have the cutest babies, just like their own lucky parents…

Let them be proud of themselves, and guide them gently so they don´t lock up their sexuality thinking it is forbidden, dirty, a confusing thing that adults obviously are against for some reason they never give.

The world needs healthy sexuality.
How we choose to parent on the issue of sex, is of utmost importance.
Balanced, self respecting young people who have a peaceful, joyful approach to sex.
It would greatly influence world peace.
No less.



Adsense and Donation Button – Hurray!


The Human Squirrel 1918

This is how I feel right now. After I spent yesterday with my WordPress consultant. 🙂 Very excited, hanging in mid air, holding on to my red thread of blogpost writing, surrounded by scyscrapers of Adsense, Paypal, Google Analytics, Webmaster Tools… It´s a jungle. But I have my rope. So. Hold on!

I found the picture on Flickr, in the commons section where they keep photos everyone may use for free. I searched “relief”, as that´s the feeling I have now the blog is set up for making money.
This was the first photo to come up! I liked it immediately, but had to scroll just to see that there weren´t heaps of more apt ones. But this proved to be the one and only, the perfect photo for me, it inspired me instantly, and its lying first, is funny. (Those lines rhyme, so they must be true)! 🙂

The image shows The “Human Squirrel” in Times Square, New York, ca.1918. He apparently did many daring stunts in climbing for benefit of War Relief Funds in New York City. I would have liked to meet that guy!

I was totally and completely overwhelmed yesterday, as my consultant Susanne Lund Mikkelsen set up a dropbox backup for me (via a plugin), she created RSS and Youtube buttons, a like button, and a box where one can connect to my Kaltwasser Heart Matters page on Facebook and get notifications through that page when I publish new stuff…

We looked at different themes, but decided to stick with the one I´m using…
We changed the spamfilter (sounds like a car repair) … and she made a draft for making a photo album page, which I can use to try and find my way further in the direction of mastering that… We set up a better SEO plugin than the one I had, and most importantly:

We applied Goodle Adsense and set up adverts for my blog!! They have not arrived yet, but I guess they are on their way as soon as Google is ready. Must say I am very excited to see what the adverts will look like! I know many products that I do not want to be associated with, let alone to support. Like Nestlé for example. Who steal people´s water and cause infants death in third world countries, fully knowing the damage that they do, yet ruthlessly just doing it anyways, in the name of Profits.

But my consultant tells me that the adverts will look different on different people´s screens…as the adverts will be customized to fit the person watching my site!! So…. I guess it is out of my hands, to control what products (or services?) will be advertized on my site.
Strange new world.

We have also installed a DONATION BUTTON!!!
Now that is far more exciting than the adverts. If one clicks the button, the reader can donate a sum directly to my account! Pure, direct appreciation. I don´t know if I dare believe that anyone will ever push that button. Although several people (or spam robots, I´m not sure), have commented that they would like there to be a donation button as they for sure would like to contribute to the siteowner.

I think that for every click readers make on the ads, I receive a tiny amount of cash.
And then there is the open option of that golden donation button there.

Well. Now it is set up, and I can find out whether this blog can be a source of income for me.
I can not defend spending all this time on the blog if it does not generate income. Being five people on my husband´s one wages is not… fattening… 🙂

I will work on the SEO. And find someone that knows whether I have to invest in Adwords. I 100% believe this blog deserves to live, and that it has an appreciative audience out there.

But I write about many things, in the kind of overlapping area between science (social anthropology and psychology), arts (film, music, poetry) and spirituality (sound healing, clairvoyance, near death experiences, meditation, zen…)

So where is that slot or that space, where I can hit or target or what it is called?
Most of the readers of this blog, come from USA. (If Count per day is right, seems to be different ways of counting visitors in different plugins)!, the second largest group is China!

I still have a long way to go before I understand WordPress and blogging.
But Susanne sure has brought me a quantum leap upwards and forwards. Great relief. GREAT relief.

Now the blog is set up to generate money. Let it drip like honey, honey.

The only way is up!
(I just LOOOVE this soooong!!!)



An animation about what science says about empathy


These animations about historical processes, fascinate me. Many of them on Youtube.
This one talks about empathy, what we know about it thanks to the fields of psychology and brain research. Empathy is to me one of the most interesting concepts of all.

I´m not completely sure I get the point they make about the African couple being parents to all of us. Making the bible story …scientific…?
It moves very fast, this video. I need to watch it again to grasp more of it.

It doesn´t have to be all true and correct, though, to be of value to me. There is a lot of great information packed here, that´s for sure. And I find it fun to watch and listen and follow the drawings.

The drive to belong. An empathic drive.
We show solidarity with our compassion.
Empathy is the opposite of Utopia. Because it´s based on the acknowledgement of mortality.

Many big sentences here. And mind teasing drawings, and chains of points, building a theory that is very interesting I reckon.

Like he says, is it really that hard to see us connect our empathy to a single race writ large in a single biosphere?
We need to broaden our sense of identity, to start thinking of humanity as one extended family.

I like this animation. I hope you do too.


Politics and Upliftedness


This short video shows inhabitants of the Danish island Aeroe, as they welcome the arriving 20 young Eritreans, who come from a children´s asylum centre to settle and make their homes on Aeroe.

This, to me, is how it should be. This is politeness, compassion and proper welcoming of new neighbours.

It is sad that it is moving and special to see.
The tv pictures lately, from the coast of Italy…
And the reactions of the obviously ice cold hearted European politicians…
We are many who are ashamed of this. Believe me. Many.
They do not represent us, our politicians, I feel. They should be arrested, not elected.
All they seem to care about is more money for themselves, taking from those who already have too little, and giving to the rich. What kind of ideology is this?
Consumerism? The “holy gold calf-ism” from the story in the bible?

snake with fish

This is to me a picture of politicians and bankers, telling us they are saving us from drowning. Fully conscious that we can’t breathe on shore…
…and that they intend to eat us. (My friend Miriam added, this picure was on my Facebook wall yesterday).

Another clear cut way of saying it, is this one:

monopoly lazy losers

I like these crystallized slogan type grains of truth, not saying it is the full truth and there is no other truth also valid. But. When i find these posters that ignite my … soul…? or heart or whatever… it gives me a jolt, like I recognize my own view in the words and images I see before me… I treasure that.
I also have several notebooks full of English and Norwegian phrases, that I used to write down when I encountered them on my path as a teenager.
Like “Don´t sell the skin until the bear is shot”…
“Every man should keep to sweeping his own doorstep” …
A lot of wisdom gathered in those old phrases. And in some of the facebook posters as well, I reckon.

inner peace from within

This one reminds me of the famous words said by Mahatma Gandhi:
“Be the change you want to see in the world.”

I am very careful with how much tv news I watch. The melodrama, the extreme images… it disturbs me, it makes me…stressed… I will watch a documentary, or a debate.
I know there is a lot of suffering on our earth now. I get the news, filtered through friends and chosen newspapers on Facebook. I read the headline, and then I open the link if I feel I want to.

I reckon I don´t help increase world peace
by falling apart, or by filling myself with fear.
(I wrote more about this in my post Freedom of Expression)

A line from one of my video poems:
“There are plenty of people who tell of the wrongs, we need more of us singing out positive songs…”

I desperately want to help humanity rise above this crises we have gotten ourselves into.
At the same time, my perspective is that I have to accept what is. And that status quo has its reasons.

The end result for each of us, is known.
It is the only thing about life that we actually DO know.
Yet we pretend it doesn´t exist. Death. We hoard money as if we could take it with us into afterlife.
We allow a very tiny group of people to pollute our oceans, cut down our forests and steal from the poor, they do this so that their own bank accounts hold billions of dollars/pounds/kroner/yen…any currency.
Is this sensible? No. It is actually madness.
They rule! The law, the parties, the police, the huge corporations, the media.
They are very few, but still they get away with it. They have the steeringwheel, and they go in a direction that is sure to make us crash. This they know, and yet they just continue.

It is fascinating how they think they can just go on with their selfish behaviour, and never be stopped.
If we don´t stop them, this planet will go under. Or. No. Humanity will.
There will be no food and no air. Already there is a lack of drinking water. Yet they still in many countries allow fracking, that destroys the water supplies. (A French company is about to start fracking in Denmark now, God knows how they got permission to do that, totally against our nation´s wish)!


usa tax


Right. How do I now move us from inner despair to upliftedness?

My aim in this blog is to talk openly about what I feel about things, and leave the reader feeling uplifted. That is not an easy thing to aim for, when the issue is the state of the world today.
We started out good, with the asylum seekers being welcomed.

compassion necessity

Dalai Lama. Such a wise man. So much to learn from him. How I wish Tibet would have been left alone, respected as its own country. No, this is not helping the uplifting, is it…

Maybe I am being ridiculous for even thinking it is possible to enter political subjects like the ones we face today, and coming out of the read feeling uplifted…

rather ridiculous than boring

Yeah. I will much rather be ridiculous than boring. 🙂

I think I will try to finish this post with a song. Music always helps me get emotionally unstuck.

First, one that I always used in my twenties, when I was very angry about something or someone.
I remember once this man broke up with me, I had never loved anyone as much as I loved him. I turned this song up full blast on my stereo, and on repeat.
Then I took my samurai sword (I trained iaido, see the post Temple Zen la Gendronniere for more info on that), and I ran around in my apartment, jumping on the couch, slashing invisible enemies with my sword, really expressing my vivid anger to this very apt soundtrack. I got sweaty, so I threw off my t shirt and bra. I was frantic in a frenzie, totally focused on ridding myself of the pain inside of me…and suddenly!
There stood my neighbour in the middle of my front room.
That old, old man from two three floors upstairs from me.
We both froze.
He shouted “turn the music down”!
(I think, I couldn´t hear him but he waved his arm viciously and I interpreted it as having to do with the volume, hahaha…)
Then he ran out of my flat, as quickly as his very old legs could carry him.



Here´s that tune. Very useful one.

Now you do what they told you.
Now you do what they taught you.

Why are we being so obedient to those crazy greedy compassionless antisocial politicians?!

Moving swiftly on, into a soundtrack to fill the now empty space where the anger has been cleared from:

Hahaha…. I never knew this one, I just searched for “peace and joy song”. Incredible what is out there.
But they are nice metaphors, used in this short tune, and as I sang along, I felt both sadness (for the future of our children here on earth) and I laughed, at the slight kitchiness of the palmtree still image with the moving waves…
Water is the perfect image for human emotions…
Emotions is energy in motion someone said… so is a river, an ocean and a fountain. Energy in motion.

The tune also reminds me of the gospel genre. The power of gospel. Made to uplift the hearts of slaves, inject hope and faith in a better future…. very powerful. Don´t underestimate the power of music.

Okay, one more before I go. A more serious feelgood song perhaps, for grownups… (although every grownup is just a big child, so I don´t see why a children´s song shouldn´t be of value to all of us).

This song always lifts me up. Both melody and lyrics. All those descriptions of direct sensual sensations, the feeling of feet in the water, the smiling faces in the car windows passing…
“Stick around, laugh a while”… Be in the now, present… drop the mind for a bit… take a break from the thoughts and worries… it pulls me back to earth, gives me grounding, makes me remember the joys of being alive…

(If you don´t know Eckhart Tolle, get to know him, he is the master of teaching how to live fully present moment by moment…)

My favourite line in that Hot House Flowers song, will be my exit and farewell to you. I hope you feel better now than you did further up in this text, where we went into the gloom of politicalities.

“And the black cat tells me that Luck is on its way”.


Dane-land in the Usa; an immigrants´community


Oh I simply HAVE to share this one with you as well. A very charming documentary indeed!
Don´t worry about the Danish voice-over in the start, the film is 95% in English.
(They should have subtitled the Danish voice into English, I reckon. But the film must be meant for a Danish audience, and they didn´t think any further. Which. They should have thought about, as they have loaded it up onto Youtube)!

This is a charming documentary about Danish emigrants who settled in the Usa.

A lot similar to stories I have heard from Norway.
I have a lot of family over in the Usa.
My grandfather John Andreas, was the only child of my great grandmother Lava, who stayed behind. He was the only child that his mother got to keep close. All his siblings left for the states.
It must have been so hard for her.
But they were so poor. And “over there” was opportunity, a chance for a good life.

So “America” has been a part of my growing up always. Some old aunties and uncles whome I never met, sent dollars to my grandparents from time to time. There were letters read out loud every christmas…
My cousin Roar, went to the states as an exchange student in his teens, and then he travelled all over that amazingly large country, visiting our relatives.

I would really like to do that too one day. Travel around and visit relatives in the Usa. Bring my kids. It´s too late for me, but maybe my kids would like to be exchange students when the time comes.
I would for sure encourage it.


Usa vs Denmark; why Denmark has the happiest citizens in the world ( a UN report)


Very interesting comparative analysis, this, between social economical factors in Denmark and Usa, that might be the cause why Denmark is said to be the happiest country in the world (or maybe rather the country with the happiest citizens)… and Usa is not.

In the end, the man talks about “hooogah”. What he means is the Danish word “hygge”.
I have written a blogpost called Danish “hygge”, where I make my own reflections on why it is that Denmark ranks so high on the scale of happiness. (Which makes me a bit proud to say out loud, I must admit, it is a very vital scale to rank high on, isn´t it really).

In my post, I also refer extensively to a documentary I watched, made by a Brit, who visited Denmark to find out about this same question; Why is it Denmark that tops that statistic? So in my post “Danish “hygge””, you get a look at the issue through British and my Norwegian eyes.

I wish Denmark would start measuring its life quality in degree of happiness, like Burma does.

And I want to add that the report doesn´t mean that people who live in Denmark are in a better mood all the time, or smiling more than other people around the world, far from it in my experience…

I have not seen the survey that has led to the UN report. Maybe it is a measure more of the degree to which we feel safe here, taken care of by the state, and respected as equals. Big factors. Yes. Very.

But I think I also have read that Denmark scores pretty high on the scale when it comes to loneliness, people feeling lonely.
And Norway (Denmark´s sibling neighbour) tops the list of the most suicides in the world!
(Or at least it did a few years ago, I can´t guarantee it´s still like this, I hope it isn´t).
We say that it might be because of the cold and dark winters, we don´t get vitamin D enough, and we get isolated in our homes a lot… These to me are very central factors when we talk about whether we are a happy nation or not…

But okay. Let´s dig deeper into complexities another time.
For now, I just found this interesting video and it inspired me to comment.

Wish you, dear reader, “en hyggelig dag”,
which is Danish and means “a…hmmm…a day of social goodfeeling-ness” ?
Something like that.



Compassionless, brainless long arm of the law allmighty


(I´m sorry I can´t share the article here directly, it seems.
But the link is from “On Parenting from The Washington Post”)
(You will have to copy and paste the Url to read it).

I read this article on Facebook when I woke up early this morning, and it really shook me.
One thing is that one´s fellow citizens do Stasi like things and report you to police and child care authorities without talking to you first.
But what is even worse, is that the police doesn´t use logic in their thinking! No nuances of grey between the black and white.

This actually scares me a lot. And if I was planning to move to the Usa, this is one issue that would make me reconsider. Isn´t it plain hostility? What else can it be called? Where is the justice, the balanced evaluation, and the appropriate consequences, things being seen in proportion?!

I´m kind of hoping that someone will tell me this article is just fiction. A really great science fiction plot about a scary possible future that might become real if we don´t watch out.
But I´m afraid I believe it is real. Her way of describing the events don´t seem like fiction.
If any of you who read this, know that it´s not a true story, please enlighten me, send me a comment so I can add that to this post.

I never mean to talk badly about a country, or a cultural way or of groups or individuals.

But what happens, happens, and one is allowed to criticize facts. People are responsible for their actions. I will criticize anyone for anything they did or said.
But I will always make a distance between person and issue.
I will never call names. And I can like a person in spite of what he or she did or said. I react against deeds and phrases, not all of the person who did or said what I react against. Anyone can speak or do something before they think, and realize it was wrong.
And people are complex. A grumpy old man can be a great friend to his dog, or… An aggressive teenager may be an abused little boy within, sensitive and kind but a victim of domestic violence…

We must be careful about judging whole human beings, and categorizing them as “bad mothers” etc. The mothers in this article did something that needs looking into, as it could have been dangerous, yes. But when they explain the circumstances, then that action must be looked at related to the circumstances, surely?
And the mother, maybe she should get a fine. Or maybe she should be told that the police can see she is a caring mother who did what she thought was best, and luckily there was no harm done, but please don´t do it again…? What happened to understanding?!
If we judge eachother that harshly, our social climate will soon become a cold and hostile one, where we fear eachother and expect negativity, instead of expecting friendliness and helpful politeness…
One will refrain from offering help, out of fear it will be misunderstood and the police will be called and one could get arrested without being allowed to explain, or worse, one´s explanation will be listened to and IGNORED… !!!

This article really shook me. If that happened to me, I think I would have a breakdown. What good does these rules do for the children of these mothers? The law says it protects the children, but it doesn´t!
All these examples are about mothers who think before they act, they can explain why they left the child in the car, and they thought about temperature, and time away from the vehicle… yet no use in explaining. Because the long arm of the law is not attached to a thinking brain or a compassionate heart.
It makes me FURIOUS and SCARED.
And it makes my heart ache for those poor families, who got violated like this.

Enough said.


Swings for Grownups


This swing is pretty crazy. Who would have the guts to get on this…

Posted by Extreme on 14. februar 2015

This is great stuff! I got all sweaty in my palms from watching this swing…
I used this video on Facebook the other day, to illustrate our great idea in Kulturelt Samraad to install two swings for grownups somewhere on Fanoe! (For more info about what Kulturelt Samraad is, read the post I wrote about it yesterday, a mere two posts scroll-down from here).

The swings should be located next to eachother, so one can swing with a friend and laugh together whilst having the fun.
We were thinking they should be overlooking the ocean. But it seems it could be difficult because of the tide, as there has to be a fall-mat of some expensive sort installed underneath the swings.
Another idea is to locate the swings on a kids´ playground. I´m sure the children would love to watch the grownups laughing on big swings, don´t you think?

And no. Most probably NOT a crazy ass swing like the one in this video. Although it does look fantastic. I don´t think there are too many who would dare to have a go on that one.
I might myself, actually. But I´m far from sure. You heard that, right? I said I`M NOT SURE I WOULD.

Hahaha… stuff like that tends to look more tempting from a distance, is my experience. I used to be wreckless as a child, but. Last time I visited the amusement park Tivoli in Copenhagen, I was surprised how much I disliked hanging up there in the thin, thin air, I just actually wanted it to end!
“The only constant in life is change”, said Heraklit, the Greek philosopher.
I can but nod. I seem to have changed on this score.


I just thought I would tell you about this wonderful idea, that our K.S. member Julie Koch brought to the table. (A German lady and mother of two, who lives on Fanoe).
We need more fun in our grownup everyday lives, don´t we?
I´m tired of standing watching my kids go on swings and slides, having a great time while I stand there feeling cold, wanting to sit down somewhere comfy. If I could sit down on a swing, I would join the little ones in their excitement, and that can be nothing but healthy, a win win for everyone involved.

So folks, let´s put up swings for grownups everywhere!
Wouldn´t it be nice?!
(Love this album)!