My dear Lord Gesanksverein.
I was just short on an esoteric side, where it teeming with "dirty chakras" and (unlike the author of course) incompetent "channeling teachers".
Now I must not miss again a bit inflated shit shit out babble, although somewhat more conventional, so I'm not quite out of practice.
I met Jesus in a dream, Rudolf Steiner and my last incarnation, the Heinz, finally Gulgi.
Jesl was quite tidy and friendly, but seemed, in contrast to Rudi, who still did not get his grundgriesgrämige face completely under control, although he very scratched, slightly depressed, while Heinz almost without end so annoyed that he had indeed so hard that from me something better than going out of it, and it was from me after he had included forty years in a Buddhist monastery for me any mischief, become just that notorious Zwunzlallbacken, which he must now be angesichtig.
By Rudi fell into a sanktifikanten stupor, before I could even ask him if Heinz because not doing something wrong to me, appeared suddenly Gulgalinetta on, only a moderate flame on the left epaulettes amulet, saw me with her lindwurm green, short-stalked, as always well maintained Schauodromen and said: ". Magnus, let's not tip the sauerkraut juice" (She calls my beer always so; she does not like hops.)
Jesl, which in this interesting conversation just as usual, washed his feet in Digitalissud, so mingled in our quest for knowledge louder: "Magnus, Gilgi is substantially agree. You should drink more wine. "
I was indignifiziert something. Of course I know that I drink enough wine over again. That does not automatically mean that I will offend me my beer insubordinate.
Since Rudi heave to, and he also fuselte going. "Magnus, Jesl and Gilgi are indeed sometimes akaschuggert something, but here I have to call you but for goetheanäischen order. Heinz, what do you think? "
Heinz, of course, could not be lamps, spritzbabelisch said: "Magnus, either one makes a Tierapie con Quant, or you mulches in the Sulch."
Any undefinanter ocher brown sludge stream ruschelte next to us in a danteskes Abysmenkonvolut.
I had no drape to trinkets, first too little börgeligen Bos 'in the Hos', konsterte drumb werstkahl anso ". Drame yes I want the mahlst not erdrühnen over the Sprieß, but erunverbrüdern the Schrüblern that for me the Fracken abverschabracken now"
From the rest of the dream I know nothing more. Presumably Jesl, Gulgi, Heinz and Rudi attracted to this significant announcement towards my back to meditation.
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Tags: Gesanksverein , Zwunzlallbacken
