Together Hovering Around Absolute Yellow

Deeply inhaling the odours of the rapeseed flowers. And nothing else to do. We could have layed down in the grass, if it hadn’t been wet from the rain this night. It had been an irresistable attraction. Those far away absolute yellow fields at the Diemel Heights in the vicinity of the Krukenburg Ruins. You could not miss it, standing on the terrace, sitting on the balcony. There it beamed, presenting itself as the only Absolute In Colour. Apart from the Sun and the Moon of course. And the blue in the sky, visible now and then.


So we went to look Over There.,conquered the distance, crossing town and climbing uphill at a slow pace. Read Willemien’s Journal to see how we found that road leading around the fields. Some months ago on a rainy day -coming from a different direction - we did not find that way leading up to the Ruins. Now, we could not miss.

But that wasn’t the main issue. As we were walking the Way, it was all so perfect and delightfull. There was a bleak sun, so it was not too hot. And yet the Yellow was Absolute. And the smell of rapeseed will remain beyond description. Needless to tell you that we both felt “in touch with this Beyond”, close to our sources of Natural Being.