ZGram - 10/26/2003 - Prisoner of Conscience Letter # 26
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October 26, 2003
Good Morning from the Zundelsite:
Yesterday's letter was just incredibly sad. This morning, I found
this uplifting letter in my mailbox. It is dated October 14, 2003 -
and was written in response to a John Kaminiski letter that I had
sent to Ernst and a book I had arranged for him to have.
You will see yet another side of Ernst - a man whose body is in
shackles and yet, a man, who finds the time to help a total stranger
with artistic suggestions to launch his own line of books:
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Dear Ingrid -
I have stamps and envelopes again - thus you will be one of the first
people after the long weekend to get a bunch of drawings which you
might be able to use as envelope stuffers. The ones I enclose are
all usable in the newsletters - you can group your text around them.
By the way: I drew a most beautiful dandelion blossom - and one
going to seed sending its parachutes out - for John Kaminski whose
book company is called Dandelion Books. I'll be interested to see
how he will react to this. I suggested a slogan for him: "Spreading
the Seeds of Freedom". As you can see, [there are] three little
parachutes still on the dandelion, while others sail off in the
distance. He is terribly negative, horribly frustrated, but a very
gifted wordsmith. He has lots of phrases, eminently useful. Thanks
for making that contact and sending me his stuff.
He has a few observations in there by Ralph Waldo Emerson, which
parallel mine, about the futility of travel. Emerson, too, in
different parts of the world came to realize that, regardless of what
new, beautiful vistas he beheld - same face, same feelings, same
groping for answers he felt and saw at home!
How often did I look into the mirror in Europe, Africa, Asia,
surrounded by all these strange people - and after months of travel,
months of soaking up magnificent vistas, visiting all the famous
ruins of ancient civilizations, I suffered image information
overload! I simply overloaded my memory bank. I remember standing
by the sea shore in some out-of-the-way Hawaiian island - being me, I
had to go visit all of them, each and every one of them! - and
letting the salty spray from the roaming, incoming breakers of a
stormy sea blow in my fevered face until I was drenched, saying out
loud to myself: "If I see one more ancient ruin, one more temple, I
think I will go crazy!"
Here I was, surrounded by this incredible, romantic, magnificent
vista - and I, the artist, had circuit overload! That taught me a
valuable lesson! Like Marco Polo, I had to get home to digest all I
had seen and heard during all those conversations and interviews I
had absorbed over almost a year of travel to the far corners of the
planet. It was then that the foundations were laid, from which I
have drawn ever since - that all things need their time, almost like
a gestation period after conception, time to develop until a thought,
or a vision, gets born. To rush it would amount to a risky,
premature birth or even a tragic abortion.
This is one of the things which helps me sustain my equilibrium in
solitary confinement - to know that, cosmically, a birth will take
place after conception has occurred.
Therefore, our dreams and visions, all those magnificent plans will
come to fruition when their gestation period is over. Will you and
I be present at the birth? I don't know, for I am not God - just
Ernst, your husband, partner, and friend. So keep the dream.
Nurture it. Let us always divest each day some of our energy and any
money [we can spare], even if it is only a postage stamp, for one
more letter, or time for one more email, to reach out, to touch
someone, to make the dream come true.
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