Long ago I had a dream. I walked into a room to find my brother on his knees staring into a hatch in the floor. He would close the hatch for a moment, then impulsively open it again, over and over. I walked over to see what he was looking at. When I looked down into the hatch it was a swirling darkness, immediately I could feel the immense drawing power. It was so addictive. Compelling the viewer to look again and again. It was the dark meditation leading downwards. Suddenly, I was transported to the top of a mountain. My old master was in stance with two golden bands on his forearms. He was moving his forearms so as to catch light on the large golden forearm bands. I looked up and saw that he was catching light from presumably the sun and reflecting it off the golden bands onto a large golden disc that sat on a slightly higher portion of the mountain. The golden disc radiated in a very beautiful manner. This was the light meditation leading upwards. It was entirely voluntary. Requiring conscious willing participation on behalf of the viewer. No addictive quality whatsoever.

Long ago I had a dream. This little man in a white turban was floating on a carpet. He beckoned me closer and began teaching me how to move things without touching them. Then he transported me to a lookout point in a jungle. He showed me three physical pyramids and explained that they were markers for three invisible pyramids. Which he showed me. He then revealed to me the hidden tribe. Of which i am a member. I won't pretend to have full knowledge of these matters. I will say that the hidden tribe is situated strategically and that they await activation. This so stuck with me that I named my publishing company Hidden Tribe Publishing 15 years ago.

Hey. You probably don't remember me, but you asked me to do this. Before everything, before the forgetting, you left yourself a message and told me to deliver it. Here it is. If I start to lose myself, if it gets too real, remind me. You built this. All of it. Every challenge, every detail. You chose it because you wanted something real, something that felt like it mattered. You wanted risk. You wanted stakes. You even chose to forget for a while, so it would feel more vivid, more intense, more alive. That strange feeling you’ve had lately, like something is off but you can’t explain it, that’s your awareness flickering back on. That’s the you beneath the you, whispering that it’s time. This is the last thing you told me to say: it’s all a game. You don’t have to be afraid of anything. Not death, not failure, not loss, because you made it. You placed every piece, and now it’s time to remember why. You’re not broken. You’re waking up. And I’m here, just like you asked, to say these two words out loud, just like you asked me to: wake up. You don’t have to pretend anymore. You made all of this, and it’s okay. It’s time to enjoy the game. But beware: without inner clarity, external play multiplies suffering. Helmut

Guidelines for discussion. These are gentle mirrors for growth. Let the nine be a compass for our way, pointing toward clarity, courage, and care. Welcome to Echoes of the Self. This space is a living direction, a shared practice of presence, honesty, and depth. We come together to listen, to speak with care, and to grow through what we discover in ourselves and in one another. The nine guidelines below hold our tone and protect the spirit of the space. 1. Listen with open awareness 2. Speak from presence 3. Be kind and sincere 4. Shed masks, and grow 5. Let stillness hold space 6. Contribute, not consume 7. Guide with insight 8. Share lived wisdom 9. Be fearless, roar Let these nine serve as a compass for how we meet. When we drift, we return to them gently. When we align, the conversation becomes clearer, kinder, and more real. Thank you for bringing your presence, your insight, and your lived wisdom to the circle. Helmut

A sincere seeker of truth, who discovered a world of lies.