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[Day 7 - no session. I fell asleep!] 13.06.2020 After the botched (?) session yesterday, today I got my connection without any trouble whatsoever. I closed my eyes, and the world serpent showed itself. Its head was framed by the entrance of a temple. I realised I was standing in a sort of desert, but directly next to the temple, there was a little oasis with a pond. The temple had hieroglyphs and statues like the old Egyptian ones have them. T: Why this setup? Why this temple? J: Just come in. There is a lot to talk about. T: I'm sorry about yesterday. I slept for an hour straight! Was I with you even for a short while? I can't remember anything. J: You were. Remembering is not the most important part of the task. T: By the way, my friend D. sends greetings. J: So I heard. T: What happened yesterday? J: A lot. T: Why this temple? J: You really have no idea who you are, do you? T: I fear I don't. J: Does that not constitute a very strange life? T: Well, it's everything I know. J: Huh. T: Who am I? Does it have to do with this temple? It looks Egyptian. J: It is. You were "once" – not meaning 'only one time' – born into temple life. Hot, sandy, but empathic. Lush. Oasis-like. It's why you dance. It's why you walk. [Since the start of corona, I go for a walk almost daily. There is not much we are allowed to do anyway!] It's why you were now born in a cold country and why you need long hair to feel like yourself. The women in this temple were free, you know. Let not a person tell you differently. Some were prophets, some enjoyed the flesh, some were muses, dancing divine dances. T: Which one was I? J: All of them. You enjoyed several lives here, for the temple had so much to offer. T: Who was with me back then? J: Your sister, a temple woman through and through. At this point, I doubted the whole thing again, I admit it. These are just too many coincidences at once. I love oriental and tribal dances since I was eight(!) years old. Whenever I watch documentaries about old Egypt, I roll my eyes and think "these guys get so much wrong!" And now all the women I currently form a sort of covent with, are supposed to have lived with me – then and there? All of this just sounds too good to be true! J: The universe is like a giant clockwork. It contains the largest gears and the tiniest cogwheels you humans can imagine. It works perfectly. But it is invisible to you. That which you call luck, coincidence, fate etc. IS the working of this clock. You are only amazed that one tick follows after another because you have never laid eyes on this clockwork. T: I think I understand this better now. Please go on. J: Your friend D. lived in this temple at one time. Your other friend V. did, too. You are surrounded by priestesses (and priests). Then and now. You just need to believe it! That is why you KNOW what you need and need not do for yourself, your group, and others. You and the other women just now claim back what you have had – and rightfully so. Get your temples back together. Build new ones. No one is going to hand them to you freely. Fight for them. And then: teach balance in ALL things. T: But I am a Scribe. I need to concentrate on this. J: A Scribe needs loving connections, too. Sisterhood. And every temple needs a scribe. And by the way, you love teaching how to write down the unplanned, unpredictable, wise stories that spirit sends out.

11.06.2020 For the first time, I visited my Grandma in her new home for the elderly. Sadly, she is developing dementia. So understandably, my first question today revolved around this. T: What is dementia, dear snake? J: Dementia is not so much about forgetting as it is about remembering lost things. Everything comes to the surface. It's the beginning of timeless thought. They are not 'out of order' – they just seem to be from your standing point. YOU still want to force order on them, but they choose to be free-flowing in thought. Dementia is the death of the rational brain. What is left is pure emotion. T: Thank you so much for these words. Now, what is the most important message of the day? J: It is this: I can be there for you, even when you're troubled. T: Honestly, I was worried if I would be able to channel at all, with all this emotional turmoil going on. Seeing a loved one deteriorate is not easy. J: I might be a large snake, but you can still tell me of little problems. Do you not see the rapid change you're in? Change is faster than lightning at the moment. T: I feel it. Often. But what is in it for you? Why do you concern yourself with my little problems? J: [smiles] What is in it for me ... A better image maybe? A little more understanding for my nature? Just because I create balance does not mean that I do so without explaining myself. When I explain, you have less reason to hate me. And hating me is a waste of energy. It hinders you from growing. You know, I am NOT the one choking earth right now. All your problems you have created on your own. I do not act in that sense. I react, but this I do thoroughly. You hate me being thorough. You would much rather have me blind to your transgressions. Fighting me means fighting yourself, for I am your mirror. [The serpent shows me a symbol I have never seen before. It looks like an Ouroboros has a child with the Yin & Yang, but with two snakes, a sun and a moon. After our session, I doodled it into my notebook. As you can see, I'm a total Rembrandt reborn! LOL] T: How do we achieve more balance then? J: Take meat for example. Some people say: "No meat, not ever!" Others say: "I eat ALL the meat I crave!" This is imbalance. I - the personification of balance - say: You can have exactly as much meat as you can harbour, house, feed, and care for animals WITHOUT oppressing them or the people who do all this. You can slaughter as many animals as you can find souls to do this WITHOUT a system that presses them to. [Timer goes off.] T: Dear snake, more tomorrow? J: So it shall be. T: Thank you. For everything.

27.08.2020 In addition to the harpy, I also met "Lillysander" today – a book character from a project I hold especially dear, but which sadly remains unpublished. When I met Lillysander, she immediately made it clear to me that she is one of many spirits of love. Back then I still thought my characters were all fictional, but well ... Meeting her again when I had not talked to her in so long felt like a revelation in and of itself! Since the harpy was still present, too, the three of us goofed around a bit. At some point, the harpy stood behind me and spread her wings, making it seem like those huge black wings were mine. Harpy: Well, Lilly, how does this look? Lillysander: I love it! Tanja: Ha, what else could YOU have said. L: *grins* Not much. T: I'm sorry, I'm doubting you guys again. Are you really there? [Lillysander approaches me and places a finger on my solar plexus. The energy flow is AMAZING]. T: Woah! [The aspect of love smiles at me with the power of a sun]. T: Thank you, that was great! Unfortunately, the withdrawal from your energy is really intense. L: I know, I'm sorry. T: Let me guess, you were holding back. L: Of course I was. I have more love in my little finger than many people are given in a whole lifetime. Sadly! Because, you know, there REALLY is enough for everyone! T: You'll stay with me for the next month? L: Yes, with pleasure. Your invitation was loud enough. T: I'm beginning to think that I really put myself out there when I proclaimed: "I'm open to everything and everyone who wants to talk!" back in May. L: Oh, well ... it was a good thing for us. *grins* And for you too, of course, you feel that. Besides, you can invite more freely, the sturdier the walls of your house are. And on your level, only good things could happen. All the entities with negative frequencies didn't need to knock on your door, it would have been pointless for them. T: Now that's a compliment! Dear Harpy, I hope you don't come up short today? H: *walks by laughing* As I said, I am going to get my message out. Don't you worry. T: I notice that you two never get close to each other. Aren't you basically opposites? H: You're not wrong. Our energies repel each other to a certain extent. Like magnets. L: And besides the fact that I CANNOT hate the aspect of anger because I am Love, I have an even better way of dealing with our differences. I understand why the harpy has to exist. That is even better than just tolerating or liking her. T: I have missed you SO much. L: I know. But I was with you! You did have me by your side every day ... In the form of your husband, your son, your girlfriends. T: But I have missed our conversations. They are like cooling water in the desert. L: I don't want to put my finger in the wound, but now you know why people read the Bible for comfort. Or "Conversations with God." Or your novels. Or Tolkien's, Or so many others. There used to be just the original Bible, and that's a fact of infinite sadness to me. That was the only thing that was given to them. All that remained of me. A lawbook. T: We'll do better, I promise. L: I'm looking forward to that. This is going to be GOOD!

October 1st, 2020 Who is Master Kei Yu? Read the short introduction here. [I turned on some Erhu music on YouTube to get into the mood.] K: Oh, please. That's terrible. T: Hey, Youtube says, these are real evergreens. K: Since when are those things, that the masses like most, truly exquisite? The Erhu was made to play sad songs, not this kind of nonsense. But some principles seem to stay the same over millennia: What is average, most people enjoy. What is good, few people enjoy. And what is truly ingenious is often not even written down out of fear. T: That's pretty cynical, Master. Pretty cynical. K: Call it life experience. And also: What did you expect? I trained you to have such a loose mouth. This is why you have it in this life! T: ?! K: I always trained my students not to hold back their emotions, because there they really won't be any good to anyone. Anger I can dissolve. Uncertainty I can wipe away. A different opinion I can stand. But reading minds? That I could sadly never do! T: I read somewhere that it was "somewhat okay" for Japanese women in the 13th century. They were allowed to pursue some arts and gain a name this way. Better than nothing, I guess. But Jormungandr [see "BALANCE"] said the both of us lived together in elevenhundredandsomething? K: Two things: 1) Yes, we lived before those times when women were allowed SOME things. Because 2) lots of sacrifices had to be made to get to that point. T: I get a serious knot in my throat when I think about this. Am I right then to count me to the people who sacrificed some or all parts of themselves? Jormungandr had hinted at this months ago already. K: Do you know, how dangerous women are? How dangerous they've always been? "Gaston" from the Disney universe said it best: »When a woman starts reading, then soon she gets ideas. And starts thinking!!" Because a woman who reads thinks about how her situation could change for the better. About numbers and traditions and mechanisms of oppression. Who reads also begins to be part of the general discourse - and finds a lot of people who are likewise unhappy with their situation. To say it from a man's perspective: the woman who's able to wake 50 percent of the citizens from their slumber and put their topics on the agenda, is unbelievably dangerous. The woman who does all of this with a lot of verve, a sharp tongue, and the better arguments is public enemy number one! That was you. A thinking, fighting, influential woman. And those - up to this day - are reprimanded in the most terrible ways for their involvement. A true shame for every thinking, self-assured society. If you liked this first little preview of the month of KNOWLEDGE, then stay tuned by subscribing to my newsletter. I'll keep you posted when the material for that month comes online!

28.10.2020 Of course, I wanted to talk to the Master again, but it just didn't happen. So I decided to visit my flower meadow as an intermediate step. I wanted to go there mentally, but instead of a meadow, something entirely different built up before my inner eye - the surface of a blackish-grey, barren asteroid! Since the white matrix usually obeys me, I was perplexed, but not worried. Immediately I noticed smoke-like shadows around me. I knew that they wanted to communicate with me, but it did not work out at first. Several times I had to ask these beings to widen my channel. Finally, I was able to go to the first being. It took the form of a pretty woman dressed in white with a blond side braid. She said, "I represent the colour white and all that it means." After 'black', the representatives of 'yellow', 'red', 'blue' , 'purple', 'brown' [not included on the rainbow spectrum actually?!!!] and 'green' then introduced themselves to me. When I asked why I was here and why they showed up as personified colours, I got a lot of answers from the songs on my playlist - Imagine Dragons was playing then. The lyrics were incredibly spot-on in parts. "We are your council", White, the pretty woman with the side braid, explained. "We're your eternal company." T: And who am I? White: THE SPIRIT SCRIBE! [Imagine Dragons: "This is my kingdom come..."]. W: NEVER give up, okay? NEVER stop searching and finding us, do you hear me? No matter what happens! [Imagine D.: "Whatever it takes ... I'll do whatever it takes ... you take me to the top, I'm ready ...] Amused, she interjected between the music: "You know, we could also show ourselves as dragons, but we decided to do this instead. You didn't want you to be afraid." Then it got really wild. All the colours together swirled around me and spun a new dress of rainbow-coloured webs around me. [Music: "Take, take me over! Take me over, I don't want to wake up - it's just you and me! Only you and me."] As they backed away, though, I felt something very strange. I was stuck in a kind of ice shell and couldn't move! I sensed that the others were waiting for something. They were obviously testing me. "It's a matter of will to break the armour", White explained to me. Chunk by chunk, again with the help of the music, I managed to crack the ice. There was no way I was going to fail now! Finally, I stood there, clad in an impossibly long rainbow dress, crying with joy. [Music: ... ready for the colours to crumble away.] T: What now? White: Now we've done it. [She was visibly happy. The connection was made!] [Music: I was hoping for an indication, I was seeking higher elevation ... The more I stray the less I fear ... I would always open up the door, always seeking higher floors ... RISE RISE RISE ... I'm bursting like the 4th of July, so color me and blow me away...] T: So you are really good with music. W: Music is energy and energy obeys us. We are its law. At some point, I felt it was time to go. I just thought it, and immediately the Council of Colours reduced themselves into smoke figures again. It was all so fragile, so fleeting. I said my goodbyes to the smoke figures and thanked them from the bottom of my heart. In my new dress, I wished to travel back down from the asteroid and imagined Master Kei Yu's house.... T: Master, look! Look what the council gave me! K: [very sad] That is very beautiful. T: Why are you so sad? K: Our time together is over. T: [in shock]: Oh, god. NOW I understand. The council is the aspect of WISDOM! But I don’t want to end our talk so soon! K: You may not have had me consciously up until now but you will now have me for eternity. T: [sniffles]: Master, grant me knowledge. K: I grant you the ultimate knowledge I have to give. The ultimate fact that you have never been and will not EVER be alone. T:[cries openly] Thank you, Master. I will never forget you and your teachings! If I hadn't had so many months of practice, I would have dismissed this meditation as complete and utter nonsense. Also, reading this, it is hard to imagine the energy that flowed in my direction. There is a level of experience that cannot be doubted because nothing in your life has ever been so REAL and yet so whacky. I guess we can only learn to live with the fact that the world of magic, dream interpretations, and symbolism are in fact the "real" reality (as the Aborigines, for example, explain to us over and over again!) and that we are living here in a pitiful, downscaled and cooled-down simulation of the real thing....

30.11.2020 T: [calls the aspects one after the other, with special attention to the Muse.] T: Hello my dear Muse, I hope it's okay if I don't do an audio recording, but take notes on the computer again? ;) [Blind Guardian sings: "out of the mist it's coming closer now ... sinner and saint ..."] The Muse walks up to me, dressed in her flowered headdress and an asymmetrical, insanely sexy-looking burgundy dress. I had thought she'd really go crazy on my playlist now, but Passenger starts singing, "You only need the light when it's burning low, only miss the sun when it starts to snow." [Fun fact: that morning we had had the first snow of the season!] She approaches me and gently dances with me to this beautiful, gentle voice. Tears immediately form in my eyes. We understand each other without words - and I missed her so much! In addition, the song line "and you let her go" really hurts, because now there will be no more conversation with White in the foreseeable future. Knowing that I most likely won't be seeing her the next days/weeks increasingly feels like going cold turkey. Wordlessly, the muse wraps me in my rainbow dress for the next dance while Imagine Dragons sing "I'm on top of the world, take you with me if I can." Then the music slows down again and the Dixie Chicks sing, "The easy silence that you make for me. It's okay if there's nothing more to say to me ... and the way you keep the world at bay from me." The Muse puts a special effort in serving me exactly the right lyrics at the right time. Come to think of it, this is really a no-brainer. Hello, she's a MUSE! But in addition, I often get the feeling that her task sometimes is not to fill my head with as much learning content as possible, but to make me really relax and enjoy our contact. And honestly, how much more do you need when you can dance with your own muse in the space between worlds? Muse: Creativity is the simplest and most natural form of magic in the universe. BIG MAGIC [as Elizabeth Gilbert's book completely aptly described]. You know, emotion is energy. So whoever triggers deep emotion in you releases your energy. Many people can describe a moment in their lives when they felt as if someone had put water pipes in their personal desert and a part of their soul could finally blossom. No God may - no CAN - influence you in the duality of your everyday life in the way that artists are allowed. You have a freer hand than God when you create. And yet nowhere a more direct connection to All-that-is than when you are just enjoying art with body and soul. In this way, artists are literally God's right hand. But you don't want to hear that! You don't want to believe it! Even though you have done the impossible and captured God's sounding thoughts on dead paper to make it clear to the next person how the universe sounds to you - with the help of a few ridiculous-looking dots and dashes! If that's not a miracle, I've never seen one before. [Timer expired.] T: Dear Muse, I'm incredibly excited about our dance tomorrow. Was taking notes directly on the pc okay? M: A little slow, but we'll get it done. We still have the whole month of December. T: Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'm looking forward to it!

01.08.2020 As I had loosely discussed with the World Serpent, I have taken July off from channeling and get back on track today. However, I have been receiving more or less subtle signs for several days now who my next "sparring partner" could be. For many days I have been finding feathers in my path - especially from birds of prey. (And I don't live in the wilderness or something!) The day before yesterday the guessing game was finally over ... the harpy showed herself. [I have known the harpy from my "Dragonchild" novels. There, she already played a part. However, in the books she's an actress, playing the ego – a self-righteous bitch. It's important to note that the aspect, the actress, is not egotistical. She is not her role, just like all my other teachers that happened to end up in a fictional story.] As always, I put on some good music, and one of the first songs was "Dynamite" by Sigrid – a very, very sad song that routinely makes me cry. Harpy: Waah, waah, waaah. All this howling and sobbing! Tanja: Hey, I like that song. H: I don't know the frequency of self-pity, it's not mine. Or have you ever seen a sad, self-conscious or depressed harpy? However, I do like that she sings, "Know that I am dynamite." T: So if sadness is not your thing, what is your frequency? What do you stand for? H: Anger. Anger gives you strength. It gives you the kick to get into action. I am the end of all apathy. T: Are you by any chance that eagle figure that, according to Norse legend, argues with the dragon- or serpent-like being under the world tree - or with Jormungandr? H: Yes and no. The world serpent represents balance, but balance often means not acting and letting God/ coincidence/ others decide. I, on the other hand, basically want to move and act. This is indeed where Jormungandr and I disagree. T: If there is a non-moving, balanced-out state and moving forward, then there should also be a third force that moves things backward? H: A backward movement is also movement. Think of a stone. It's lying down, or it's rolling. There is no third state. T: Thank you, now it makes sense! Are you THE harpy, then? The one from my dragon child books? H: I am the concept of anger, yes. I am a pure urge, an impulse. Lately you humans have often been hearing that you need to make your peace with the "lower vibrations," and I'm a part of that. However, those who demonize anger do not understand that I am a protector. I am currently driving your young people, whom you are robbing of the air to breathe - and I don't mean that proverbially! Anger protects your sore spot. It's a watchdog. And a very effective one at that. I - the personified anger - appear when there is a weak point in you, which should have been eliminated long ago. I protect your most thickly encrusted issue. The completely stuck fear. BUT: You immediately realize that I cannot be seriously useful if I turn outward (against the aggressor). In the immediate moment, I can make sure that the sore spot is not addressed further, but in the long run, of course, this is not a tactic that allows for real progress. You need to STOP FIGHTING ME and use me for what I am. A weapon. Yes, even against others, but mostly against stagnation in the self. Anger and rage are not your enemies - if you turn them from guards to personal trainers! An example: Imagine that you are currently not satisfied with your body weight. T: I don't need much imagination for that ... H: (grins) All the better. Now: if someone says something mean about your shape, I can come to the rescue that very minute and make you utter a tremendously juicy counter-comment. T: (grins) Well, that doesn't sound like the Christian thing to do. H: Well, duh! Where has the doctrine of "turn the second cheek" gotten you in 2000 years, huh? T: Touché. H: There you go. Back to the steps: as soon as the attacker is stopped cold, the inner process starts - IF you had secretly seen the need for action for a long time - and if nothing is disturbed in your natural anger process, which unfortunately is extremely common in your world. The topic gnaws at you. The next time you want to spend a whole day lounging on the couch, you get angry at yourself and your goddamn laziness. So you put on shoes and go for a walk or a run. Because really, you always liked that, didn't you? If everything works well, I'll give you more power than you would need for ANY humanly possible change in the universe. And that's why my very own sayings are: "Where there's a will, there's a way." and "The power of one can move a mountain." See you tomorrow.

10.06.2020 Today I closed my eyes and - bam! - the world serpent started talking. No intro, no nothing. J: Humans have become even stronger than me. YOU make the storms now. A strike of your finger changes an area. A country. A world. You have become stronger than Jormungandr. But: This is NOT good. I serve the greater good. The balance. You do not. You either have no plan or an egotistical one. You have become menaces. Homo homini lupus. All this for a system that serves no one. A speed that your own bodies cannot uphold. But I remind you. Often. You take stupid/illicit/nonsensical actions ... I give you consequences. I serve you your own waste with the next flood. I take down your villas. I teach you utmost humility. You can be SO good, SO logical and SO deserving of my gifts when you are humble. T: [I have to think about my dear friend D.; I wanted to talk to her.] J: I like your friend. I 'get' her. She is an explorer. You are not. T: Can you please elaborate? J: A musician explores sound energy. A painter explores colour energy. Your friend explores space energy. T: I don't understand. J: If you plant both feet on the ground, you feel a certain way. If you walk on a ship or a moving bus, you feel that. You feel the space around you. Now, your mind experiences space, too. It matters greatly whether you stand on Mars or on earth – even astrally. Space exploration is not reserved for strong men in white suits and rockets. Most space explorers live a very quiet life. Secluded. No cameras. No fame. I envy them, for I am bound here. I am the most earthbound creature you will ever meet. T: [We sit in silence for a moment.] What is the most important message of today? J: Don't worry if some days yield nothing. [No messages, no texts.] We cannot share everything on every day. There are windows of opportunity. Of time. And schedules – because you have linear time. Traps of thought. [If you tell someone: Don't think of a pink elephant right now, guess what they'll think about.] I don't know why exactly it happened, but I guess Jormungandr wanted to show me his little trick – because he suddenly licked my face! From the sternum up my throat and up to my chin. That was crazy. Even crazier was the effect this had on my physical body – because I couldn't move any longer and stopped writing. Didn't want to do anything, either. There was, however, a great calmness coming over me. This is what it must feel like to take sleeping pills or similar drugs, I guess. A few minutes later, everything was over and my timer went off. I came back to my senses and rushed to the phone to call D. to tell her everything. And you most probably guessed it: She said the words of the world serpent make absolute sense to her.

09.06.2020 My "placement" [the questions "Where should I go today and what should I learn?"] brought me to the Dead Sea today. Most probably because I was hearing the soundtrack from the film "HOME". There is a haunting song in there called "Dead Seas". I stood there in my mind and looked from the desertlike stretch of lang over the water. After a little while, the huge serpent approached me from behind and stopped next to me. J: Isn't it divine? Beautiful and deadly. For not everything under the sun can be nourishing. [The world serpent enjoys the song "Epi" from the soundtrack. An asian monk and a muezzin sing together in it.] J: Just sit with me. Look at the sea. Today, we enjoy the blessings even a 'dead' ocean can provide. Music. Creativity. Scenery. [For a moment, we just sit in silence.] J: Chasing life will bring you death. Admiring death will help you enjoy life. T: Did I? Chase life? J: No. Nor did you have to. To blessed and balanced people, life will come on its own. It is drawn to them. No need to chase. T: I feel like your sentences are shallow, but the message is deep. J: Deeper than this ocean, child. You know nothing of polarity as long as these sentences still surprise you. T: I'm sorry. It seems I still have a lot to learn. Sometimes I feel afraid that the Elves will not talk to me again. Not in our current 30 days of work and not afterward. J: Have they not talked to you this very morning? Did you not write quite successfully? T: I did. J: See? They will, of course, talk to you again. But not within MY time. My 40 minutes x 30 days, set apart from the business of life by you. We have an agreement, and they will honour this. Will have to honour this. They are bound. T: By what? J: Their word. Balance. Divinity. Call it what you will. T: What is the most important message today? J: Everything has two sides. You experience this now. Your husband angers you, you anger him. No innocents in this game. But: There is a concept without this duality. Without karma on its heels. This concept is called INTUITION. True intuition shows you the karma-free way. A way to act so you won't burden yourself (or others) with energetic baggage/luggage. T: [stares in disbelief.] J: You continue to doubt my words! Irritating! T: I'm sorry. But you read my mind, that is irritating, too! J: Touché. T: You just wanted to use the french word 'bagages' over the english word 'baggage'. Now 'touché'. Are you a french snake? J: I am a Babylonian snake – I speak ANY and EVERY language known to the universes. I am the Divider. I split the whole into parts, so they may experience separated-ness. T: I'm sorry, I don't know the lore of Babylon very well. J: Yes. Frustrating. I was in the tower of Babylon when civilisation crumbled at its feet. I was in the library of Alexandria when all magic scrolls of mankind were cindered. [II honestly had to google that last word, I only knew the noun 'cinder'. I found out that the word 'cindered' was "influenced by OLD FRENCH word 'cendre' = ashes and the Middle English word 'sinder'." It's very rare for me to learn something actually new. Usually, my contacts stick to words I actually know well.] T: Why? J: Because I honour duality. I hold it in such high regard that I can physically act on it. I sunk the island of Atlantis and the ship of every conqueror you shall never read about. Such is my power. T: Are you Death, then? J: No. Death needs no helper. Death will unify, never truly divide. Division through death is an illusion. You know that. I am what manifests change on the planetary scale. T: You ... you sent us the coronavirus? J: Send did I nothing. But I will say that I ... helped it over ledges, were there difficult ones to climb. I am no liar, so I will confess to this. And do people not already thank me for it? T: Yes, they do. I do. I have to confess. But all of this sounds SO crazy! J: It is not my job to make it sound nice. Or to bite it into size for you. Or to put beauty where there is none. [My timer goes off.] T: Farewell now. Till tomorrow. THANK YOU, this was great!!

[Day 29: No session.] 04.06.2020 !! FINALE !!! I had trouble getting into everything again, I admit it. It wasn't until I had opened myself up to all possibilities - not just talking to Elves - that something happened. And suddenly there were dragons all around on the roofs of the Elven houses! They looked at me very curiously and let their heads hang over the edges of the roofs. Amy [a dragon lady from the books] mostly caught my eye, but the others were there, too. They dropped a bit of story info here and there, but what will stick in my mind is this line: "Sometimes you seem to think this story is solely about Elves." Oi! That hit home, of course. The group then pulled me down from the Plain of Elves, down to Land's End in England, sat down right along the edge of the cliff in a semi-circle and Amy said: "You know, we have a lot to contribute to this story as well." And what can I say? keep it coming, I'm looking forward to it!! In the second month of my channeling journey, I talked with my new guest and interview partner - JORMUNGANDR, the world serpent. You can start reading here!

02.06.2020 I ended up with Elea today - without any placement technique at all and without any ado. She immediately said we both didn't need it. Since I feel very comfortable with her and enjoy her company, this didn't seem strange to me. She joked with me because she basically does a very similar job to mine - writing chronicles! For her character in the books, it's recently deceased people who dictate their life's story to her, especially the important warriors. She also said, "I've grown since I was first seen in the novel. I'm 18 now." Such statements seem strange from someone outside of time, but we just keep jumping in and out of the storyline. It was sweet that she doesn't take her part in the story too seriously. E: "I don't know, somehow I'm magically attracted to these dead old men!" (e.g. Aris, Sersh) This is how we ended up at the GIGANTIC elephant in the room ... the channeling with Sersh yesterday. I was still shellshocked, for sure. I mean ... seriously?! She readily explained, why Sersh likes to be around her in the story (and outside of it). She said, "We are like the yin & yang of love for the story." I will have to think about that sentence long and hard. Within the story, it is clear to me that Elea's high level of development as a medium makes her feel love and compassion for everyone. Sersh, on the other hand, is completely underdeveloped when it comes to emotions. I'm sure this is due to his background. But whether that is ultimately what is meant by this? Things got really intense after this. Sersh joined us, but this time he wasn't mad, and he wasn't in the story anymore. Rather, the two of them began to work on me and my energy field together. Without any warning, my pulse quickened, thoughts and memories of a certain man from my real life came up, with whom I had an extremely difficult, painful connection - apparently not only in this life. I had to cut him out of my life completely, so I wouldn't sabotage the existence I've built for myself. I started crying immediately because I knew they wanted to remove something from my heart. Wanted to remove HIM from my heart! I begged and pleaded for them to stop. It felt like open-heart surgery. And I know it was - energetically. I felt like I was going to die from grief and pain, right then and there. But eventually, it was over and Elea was holding something in the palm of her hand. It was a tiny, naked image of a man kneeling on her hand, his tangled hair hanging down. She proclaimed: "To be free, you must first cut the chained man from your heart. No matter how much it hurts. Us women, we have carried them long enough." That phrase resonates with almost every woman, I believe. And then, to top it off, Pink's song "But we lost it" began to play! ["I wanna know: where does love go to die? Is it some sad empty castle in the sky?"] Continuing, Elea said, "First, give up saving and save yourself." This goes so completely against the upbringing that ALL women on the planet still experience. It is so completely drilled into us to care about everyone and everything - it's madness! Then Sersh came along for the ride. The handsome, out-of-story-drama Sersh. He approached me from behind, very carefully and calmly rested his chin on my shoulder, and said, "This is what a man feels like if he is at his full strength." Such calm, confidence, warmth, and strength radiated from him through my back that I could have started crying again - but this time with happiness! Besides, I immediately realised: I have never consciously perceived such a presence of a man on earth. This is what fully developed men feel like? Oh my goodness! At some point, I dared to ask Elea if everything that had no place in my heart anymore was out now. The answer was somewhat sobering. E: "Not everything, no. But it is progress." T: Why today? "It's almost day 30 of your challenge. We had to start the difficult stuff at some point ..." T: Why does it feel like I have to go through the ups and downs of my book series myself? Why do I have to play out parts of the story in my reality?! Elea: "Why do you think this particular story dot of the morphic field fits you so incredibly well? Or, to be even more precise, why YOU fit IT so well? You energetically match this frequency down to the last measurable, distinguishable sliver of energy! This means that you are basically working on the same issues in order to reach the next higher level of development. To continue to ascend towards enlightenment." I readily admit that today's conversation feels unfinished. I would like to say I understood everything that came and that I can move on in peace, but I will be chewing on these sessions today and yesterday for a very long time. Perhaps that is why Elea and Sersh asked in the end: "Will you commit to going beyond the 30 days with your challenge?" Me: ... Yes.Yes, I promise. Elea: "Then we are very happy." As you will see, this promise has changed my life! Now it's April 2021 and I have made several follow-up promises. Contracts if you will, energetically signed by the spiritual world and me. And I have never regretted it. I can only urge you to work out such deals with the well-meaning(!) beings on the other side for yourself. It's an impeccable tool for growth and self-mastery.

[Day 29: No session.] 04.06.2020 !! FINALE !!! I had trouble getting into everything again, I admit it. It wasn't until I had opened myself up to all possibilities - not just talking to Elves - that something happened. And suddenly there were dragons all around on the roofs of the Elven houses! They looked at me very curiously and let their heads hang over the edges of the roofs. Amy [a dragon lady from the books] mostly caught my eye, but the others were there, too. They dropped a bit of story info here and there, but what will stick in my mind is this line: "Sometimes you seem to think this story is solely about Elves." Oi! That hit home, of course. The group then pulled me down from the Plain of Elves, down to Land's End in England, sat down right along the edge of the cliff in a semi-circle and Amy said: "You know, we have a lot to contribute to this story as well." And what can I say? keep it coming, I'm looking forward to it!! In the second month of my channeling journey, I talked with my new guest and interview partner - JORMUNGANDR, the world serpent. You can start reading here!