Taharrush gamea Taḥarrush jamāʿī تحرش جماعي‎

means collective sexual harassment in crowds.

Before 2006 taḥarrush referred to the sexual abuse of children.

This behaviour of men who raped women in large groups I only knew from wars, somewhere far away in the past or in far away countries.

Now we have to occupy with this subject here in Germany. Mainly from internet I get my information, because nobody seems to want to discuss this danger. Nobody seems too much interested or would not  know what to do.

Particularly at festivals and other large gatherings rapers encircle women, while outer rings pretend being rescuers. So even if real helpers appear, the women do not know who helps and who attacks.

These men from hell pull her garments off, hurt and rape her. That`s called the circle of hell.

Since 2005 sexual mass assaults have been recorded from demonstrations Egypt, like at Black Wednesday and also in Cairo 2006, when a crowd of young men assaulted women for 5 hours in the street. Police did not help, but taxi drivers and shopkeepers tried to help the women.

Criminal men who participate Taharrush gamea, are usually 20 to 30 years old and rape women from seven to 70, also women fully veiled and men.

Though 500 such attacks took place there between June 2012 and June 2014, still people went to Egypt for holiday and felt safe.

2011 an American reporter Lara Logan, was sexually assaulted and beaten by hundreds of men. Also several journalists were raped in the following years.

Again nothing happened.

Here you find more about this horrible subject:

Now Taharrush gamea has reached not only Köln, but also many places in Germany and Europe at New Year´s Eve celebrations and Carneval is not far away. People disguise as clowns and sheep and do not see the danger.

What do you think, we should do to protect our freedom, to help the poor refugees and to lead the rapers to God?

My Adventures with Chinese Painting 1

SchwalbeWhen my soul began to flow into my brush, its hairs stood on end and even some of its hairs fell out. So I went on painting with a thinner, less valuable brush from the supermarket.


According to the instruction I should rather have painted with a bamboo brush with hairs from a wolf or a weasel. But not even my martin wanted to give me some hairs of his, because then he would feel uncomfortable and his soul would not be allowed to pass into nirvana…


Unfortunately the rice paper that I bought in the china shop had already been eaten up. It didn`t taste at all, I remember, so now I have to paint on normal paper from the supermarket.


I couldn`t grind enough black ink color from my ink stone because my hands ached after some time and I hardly had any material to paint. Finally it worked and there were not only black particles in my brush, but also grey ones. Together with water it looked like dirt on my paper.


Then I had enough of that Chinese ink and I went to buy watercolors from supermarket and began to meditate:


I am becoming all peaceful and let my thoughts pass by. Grey particles are dancing in front of me. Are they contents from some Chinese urn?…


Finally a swallow penetrates my sinister aura and enhances the vibration of my surrounding until the room becomes all bright. I begin to look forward to springtime and I fly with the swallow to heaven.

Is music the language of the angles?


Music is the language of the angles said Thomas Carlyle. But I had to learn that some people think otherwise:

Some years ago I heard from our neighbors, that they are very happy, that their Turkish neighbor went home to Turkey, because he always sung loudly with his family in his garden. That was too strange and noisy for them. They liked the noise of their lawn mowers better.

Last years I celebrated Christmas with my Muslim, Christian, Hindu and other religion and atheist…friends and we enjoyed to sing Christmas carols together.

Last years I also sung Mantras and international songs with friends and I was excluded from my own family because of this.

This year I sung Christmas songs with children of refugees and they enjoyed it very much and we had a lot of fun making music with clapping hands and spoons for the rhythm. We talked about love which comes from God. At the end of our singing the kids didn`t want to stop. I had already a sore throat, but they wanted more…

Now some of the Muslim children are not allowed anymore to lighten candles and sing along with us. Some parents upheld this is unislamic. I could not find it anywhere in Koran, that it is forbidden to make children happy.

The songs we sang were also harmless: Kling Glöckchen, an old folk tune and Leise rieselt der Schnee.

Kling, Glöckchen, klingelingeling, kling, Glöckchen, kling! Laßt mich ein, ihr Kinder, ist so kalt der Winter, öffnet mir die Türen, lasst mich nicht erfrieren! Kling, Glöckchen, klingelingeling, kling, Glöckchen, kling! Kling, Glöckchen, klingelingeling, Kling, Glöckchen, kling! Mädchen, hört, und Bübchen, macht mir auf das Stübchen, bring euch viele Gaben, sollt euch dran erlaben. Kling, Glöckchen, klingelingeling, kling, Glöckchen, kling! Kling, Glöckchen, klingelingeling, kling, Glöckchen, kling! Hell erglühn die Kerzen, öffnet mir die Herzen! Will drin wohnen fröhlich, frommes Kind, wie selig. Kling, Glöckchen, klingelingeling, kling, Glöckchen, kling! Ring, little bell, ringalingaling, Ring, little bell, ring! Let me in, you kids, So cold is the winter, Open the doors for me, Don’t let me freeze! Ring, little bell, ringalingaling, Ring, little bell, ring! Ring, little bell, ringalingaling, Ring, little bell, ring! Girls, listen, and boys, Open up the room for me, I bring you many gifts, You should enjoy them! Ring, little bell, ringalingaling, Ring, little bell, ring! Ring, little bell, ringalingaling, Ring, little bell, ring! Brightly glow the candles, Open your hearts to me! I want to live there happily, Devout child, how blessed! Ring, little bell, ringalingaling,Ring, little bell, ring!

Is n`t it bettefor Kids to sing Christmas carols instead of playing computer games like „Hungry Shark Evolution“, which one of the six year old kids was playing, when I first time met the family?

Here you can sing along with me my favorite song:








Shakti and Shiva


I visited God in his Garden. I asked him, why he watches carelessly how the flower of love is willfully destroyed.

This is what I understood from His lyrics:

God Shiva is rather indifferent towards the material world. He just sits there without movement and doesn`t change himself absolutely. He is pure consciousness- unchangeable. Our cosmic play doesn`t touch the Almighty.

Only Shakti, in her multiple incarnations moves. She creates, maintains and destroys the world.

Goddess Devi, the most important Shakti is the Creator of the universe, she is Mother Nature. She is the basic power of life. Her bones are the mountains. Rivers are her veins. The ocean is her bladder. Sun and Moon are her eyes. The wind is her breath. Agni is her mouth…

Shiva and Shakti are inseparable connected to another.