I was trying to understand what was going on and how the rules in the street are, and it seems to me that there are no rules. Some places there are policemen standing and telling the traffic what to do, but mostly the traffic is just driving. They drive there where space is. At the right side, at the left side, in between, all drivers see what the other one is going to do! The feeling in the future is enormous.
I see that as the reason that so little accidents happen. We from the west need rules to know how to behave. Here they may have rules, but even if no one keeps them, life goes on. My life is now adapting. I enjoy the silence and the birds that are singing and playing in the small garden where the laundry is drying. I remember the visit I made in the hospital. I visited the priest that was lying there. I assumed that he would like to have a visit from a Dutch and so it was. He liked my visit. Being in Indonesia for almost all his life, he still is Dutch, longing for the Dutch behaviour as that remembers him of his family.
I can understand that. I left Holland as I was 18 years old to live in Geneva and since than I have been longing to get away from Holland. I have been away now for almost 20 years and I am still longing to find my place, the place where I feel at home. This place will not be in some country, it is the connection to the Divine love, the reason of my existence. My convictions make my life and having lived in several countries, I know, that my inner connection decides if I feel at home. I do feel at home in this little house of my landlady.
She has made an Indonesian breakfast and I enjoyed it. In stead of bread or pap she had been cooking a full meal! Rice with fish and vegetables. I was gladly surprised. It remembers me of the meal in the plane of the fly company that brought me to Medan. I felt at home with this company too as they have orange as their colour and this is also the Dutch national colour. The flight was only short, but nevertheless we got a meal. The plane was not full and they had given me a seat at the back. I noticed that around me all the seats were empty. The rest of the plane was filled with not white people. I was an exception. In the plane, I was freezing. Outside it is 30 degrees Celsius and inside maybe 19 degrees. To my feeling this difference is too big.
Your expectations make your experiences, they say. I found out, that I want to put on a sweater if I have the feeling of cold. Like in summer in the cinema. There it is also cold as they put on the air-conditioning on 20 degrees or something like that and outside it is the nice temperature of maybe 28. I like the different temperatures in the various seasons, but I do not like cold houses in summer. I can have them in winter, because than it is also cold outside. So, I like the temperature outside and inside almost the same.
To me, that is natural. Enjoy the warmth of the sun when she is there and use the cold when she is there. I can dress myself to keep warm in the cold. Sometimes we think that people are cold because they do not show any emotions. The emotions can be disturbing our way of being aware. Awareness can help to observe, what is true. I observed, that my landlady has a big heart and she lives it the best way she can. I think it is a great effort to take care of people that are not your family. And that is, what she does. I was taken home by her without her knowing anything else from me than that I am Dutch! So in this case, my nationality and the fact that I do speak Dutch, was a fortune to me. Sometimes I do not feel happy to be Dutch.
I experienced in Holland at the beach, that Germans were not treated polite because they were German. And this was not just after the Second World War. The Germans that were not treated polite were not in the War and the Dutch that treated them like that neither. They wanted the big tip but I felt ashamed for the way they treated their customers. Until now, I have been treated with respect and polite. Although the Dutch have been in Malaysia and Indonesia for so long and did not only do good things. I feel honoured, that this Indonesian woman has taken me with her and gives me shelter and nourishes me. Pastoor van Eijk has been here so long, that to him the behaviour of the people he is with is normal. To me it is not, as I live alone and in Europe there are not so many servants as in this part of the world.
I wish that would be changed a bit. Patients in coma NEED a servant! They can not move! And that makes them more dependent than a baby. A privat servant or privat assistant as I would rather call it, would allow the patient to heal if this privat assistant is educated. This education is given in h p i – COURSES for therapists, nurses and others. The courses are developed after experiences with treatments of patients in coma and others and proved their influence.
By assisting the patient 14 hours a day with movements on all levels, the energy of the patient will be changed so he comes out of the death-reflex that is the reason of his inability to move.
Movements are not only physical, but also emotional. These can be made by using music, weather, food a.s.o. All these methods are explained in the hpi-COURSES.