Aindriú has a capacity, unique in my experience, of presenting inner stress in vivid, cartoon-like drawings, very different from the typical art products of many I have worked with. His dream-work, likewise, characteristically presents vivid, simple imagery within what can be complex patterns.
Rev. Basil E. Hobbs
Retired Consultant, Clinical Theology Association, Retired Chaplain to the British Army
I'd like to describe to you, what this weekend felt like to me. This time it seemed, that we / I received emanations (?) and impulses from you on 3 different levels:
- the realm of nature spirit helpers
- the quest, persuing truth/god
- the intention of, and sometimes longing for, overcoming ego-attachment, the cleansing of the heart. Your influence comes by being, though it's really interesting when you talk too. But talking wouldn't do it alone. I think, this is what our group appreciates so dearly. You speak about what you really know. The Tibetans call it "born from the marrow of the bone" - by effort and pain.
Looking forward to you coming back to Himmerod,
My dear friend. You have had a long development from your youth to be where you are now. Through many years of experience, you are now an excellent guide in the Otherworld. Continue on with your successful workshops so that many more people can have you as a guide.
Thank you so much for a fabulous weekend, I really enjoyed it. The magical place of Himmerod, the group and especially your guidance. I very much enjoyed our meditations and dream trips and it was amazing to feel and see a lot of answers. Sunday was a breakthrough for me in more than one way. I am confronted with a situation in my life right now where I just need to learn to trust and not overdo things. Thank you so much, your spirit and your stillness has made this weekend one of the best of my life. Best in the sense of authentic, true and self exploring. Looking forward to joining one of your trips again and as you said reconnect with my inner child.
Thanks more than I can say,
I would like to thank you again for this weekend. I didn't have any big expectations about it, but what I have seen and experienced on my three journeys has been gigantic and has shaken me very much. At the same time, I am infinitely grateful. I hardly dare to express it in words. I know now what I have to do and all other decisions will follow by themselves.
Thank you dear Driú, I really enjoyed it! A lot of time for myself, for meditation and a harmonious get-together. Lots of nature and sunshine :) Keep it up ... Many thanks to you and the group.
It was a wonderful experience and excellently run by you Andrew. Thank you for the great time!
Hello dear Aindriú,
Many, many thanks you for the last weekend. I enjoyed it and I feel really good. Thank you for your help with my questions, I feel really good and my trust in my spiritual helpers has strengthened. Many thanks :-)
Once upon a time, about 15 years ago, there was a woman in her early thirties, who had already done a few Zen sesshins in the small town of Steyl in Holland. She was beginning to feel rather at home in the movements and rhythm of these Buddhist gatherings, and, about to start her fourth or fifth retreat, had changed into her meditation clothes to do her first session of silent sitting with the group in the chapel. And although she suspected she would be troubled again this sesshin by (mainly) men who kept asking her why she wept sometimes, she was looking forward to the quiet and the void opening up inside her...
The first hour was intense and silent as ever, with everyone doing their best to sit with maximum concentration. Then the bells rang to end the meditation, and after bowing to the altar the woman was ready to leave the chapel, walking swiftly to be quicker than the rest of the sometimes rather slow participants. In the half-light of the chapel she suddenly saw the figure of a monk stepping away from his cushion, forward so he was more easily visible from the rest of the group. When she nearly passed him, a great wave suddenly went right through her. It was like a giant bell in the chapel door had swung her way and had riddled her with small particles, she couldn't name these or say what they meant, but it was as if she had been blown over and kept on walking at the same time. No sound came from this bell, but to her the sound shook and replaced every cell in her body. What a strange gift from this quiet and (as she found out later in the retreat) witty, astute and swiftly moving man! Was he even aware of the fact that he had nearly thrown her over by stepping out into the golden light of the chapel and sending this wave of something through her? Amazed and warmed she sat on her cushion, the rest of the sesshin, becoming more 'kalm en evenwichtig' in doing so. And breaking down again, calmly and well-balanced, more or less forgetting the event from the very start of the retreat.
Years and years went by. A lot happened in the life of this woman. And although the experience in the chapel was never quite forgotten, it subsided into corners she didn't look into anymore. Until last week. When I , yes it was me whom this happened to, was talking to a friend about what I do to feed my vitality. I told her I do 'lightwork' every day. Sounds vague and New Age, but that's my name for it in short. "How long have you been doing this for?' she asked. "For about ten years now", I said, "I had this sort of initiation with three witches, and I've been doing it ever since". "Hmm," she replied. "That's not what I see (she's a bit clairvoyant). I can see all this light in you, especially in your heart, your arms and your hands. But it has nothing to do with three women. There's a little tumbling, joking Druid or leprechaun-like man there, jumping up and down, red-brown beard, standing in a golden spotlight. He's had a splendid time in giving you this. The light looks like small particles inside you, like you've sifted it out of something that went through you. So that's where your connection with this light must have started. Such a lovely gift. Have you ever thanked him?"
Bang! Do you know the feeling when you can hear the sound of a window opening inside you, and you can see a new and beckoning landscape there, that is very familiar at the same time? Like coming home in a place you never knew was your home. Strange and comforting at the same time? I could literally hear a click somewhere. So that's what happened, back then. Of course. Remembering a memory. Thank you! A lot. I should say it, after all these years. I do so much with this gift. Every day.