This weekend I was purged several times and converted at the end. But I have to start differently.
It is again committed in fashion to become a faith. Christians, Jews and Muslims have their one God, Hindus their Brahma-Vishnu-Shiva, Buddhists, their peace of mind, their esoteric Esoteros and atheists after all their non-belief. And what I do, thought I have so far. I have to cope without these security appliances in the back and about the crucial question always embarrassed. These problems I have been going on today. But getting there was rocky and painful.
It started with the fact that last night I first had the pleasure of attending a Queimada . This is a Galician tradition, the ritual part have come up with any security Celts, even if perhaps only the legend, in Galicia, in the distant past. The tradition goes like this: First you drink much alcohol and eating high-calorie stuff like chestnuts loads, in this way so neatly with sin, however, that the sin is pagan, and therefore appears in the form of demons. This must now be cast out demons, what happens traditionally in the night before All Saints, if you do not append the Halloween fashion (for which I am happy to take the opportunity while in brackets, however would like to express very clearly). Today one is a little more flexible with the dates. Ideally, at midnight, then a large clay pot with a potion made of strong Galician brandy, fruit and coffee beans on the table, and - here begins the actual Queimada - lit. And what is a real magic potion, of course needs a spell, with the powerful elements are called, by virtue of the position to brew to expel the evil demons, satyrs and curses that are weighing on the minds of those present and their friends in the distance (especially for those none of the above listed religions attach). Among other topics in this invocation to "farts from hell ass." Mir, which had a native speaker of German honor, to carry forward from the magical Galician translated into German text, but wanted no absolutely hellish asses are on the lips - it was always Dutch asses. I did so very sorry, I'm now a borderline child, and our Dutch neighbors actually sympathetic. But there does you even know what can make next years of anti-indoctrination in the Lower Rhine home - the discrimination demon in me wanted to wipe croak simply about the Dutch one. Thank God (I actually say this does not, in my faith determination, but more on that later), I saw him then expelled along with all the other demons of the burning concoction that burns a truly throat, that there is a shake. survived when the heat or something in demons bacilli, I will no longer be called Fraunoelle.
Of the many alcohol and strenuous exorcism must we recover, however, a whole day, one should therefore the next day nothing big to make. The so purified soul needs rest. It took still another exorcism experience to enlightenment, and that was almost more painful than the first. This evening I was in fact finally ready to take food and decided to cook for acute laziness to a Korean soup that I was right the nice Koreans around the corner to me. I had to wait quite a long while, and read a magazine article. When the food finally came, I spooned bravely up - but Satan, Lucifer and Beelzebub! Clear the innocent-looking thin-vegetable soup was not only so hot that it burned me my entire palate, but so hot that I immediately tears in his eyes shot that dropped straight on to my journal. Almighty, I was trying to think of who ever you are, you're making it not easy for me, you ask me to the test. I realized at the same time, however, that this sample was now required of me that I was very close to the realization that there was only one to overcome this obstacle. And so I struggled on through the fire torments that I had already suffered last night, albeit in a different way Bravely I spooned on, loud sniffling and moaning, so that some diners turned around a troubled me and wiped me with the soon wet napkin always back sweat and tears from her face.
I managed to not quite. I had to leave a little left of the Läutersuppe, I could not anymore. But apparently it was enough: For when I finally came back on the road, face and throat are still glowing with fire, and me the pouring rain cooled immediately comfortable because I realized that Sapperlot, I'm easy! All curses, witches and demons spells excrement and farts all the hells of this world were suddenly taken from my soul. The water from the air finally extinguished the fire in me, and since I had the crystal-clear idea: People Meier, what am I if not a pagan bred? Lived through the rituals have shown me so, I go well with the belief in demons and magic counter, that's my thing, because I know what I have. I find pleasure in the four elements of nature, and may very well live with it too once or twice a year must undergo an ordeal, if you feel like so pure, awake and fresh. I save by Ayurveda and church tax and I have at last no longer hide when it comes to matters of faith. And satisfies a feeling of great satisfaction me ever since. I think my next fire date is the St. John's Night. Do let me know necessarily what I have to make as accurate.
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