In the labyrinth of pleasures. Farewell to the addiction. Birth of Joy. A Love Story.
I decided to slowly start to publish here a translation of the book of Samuel Widmer "In a labyrinth of pleasures. Farewell to addiction "(" The Birth of Joy "). Translation I made back in 2008 and wanted to publish it in print, and here lay out a separate chapter. But the events of September 2009 in Berlin prevented me do, and generally questioned the idea of publication. Now, once the situation is more or less settled, I think it's time to do it.
Comments are very welcome.
About the author:
Samuel Widmer Nicolet - Swiss doctor, therapist, the father of eleven children, living with his two wives in a commune near Solothurn. He is also founder of the therapeutically-Tantric University Solothurn-Nenninghofen. Widmer known especially their sexual (tantric) philosophy, as well as the use of psychoactive substances in psychotherapy. One time he even had an official permission to use in psychotherapy, MDMA and LSD. Widmer - the founder of several movements, collectives, and communes, in particular the founder of the global community WWMM, as well as the author of more than twenty books. He introduced into the psychology of the ambiguous term "noble incest, according to which the parents of sexually injure a mature teenager, when the transition to adulthood on the basis of his sexual becoming suddenly out of a sense of shame and false "noble" begin to deny him bodily contact. This term, like many other radical views on sexuality Widmer, contributed to his scandalous known in Switzerland and Europe. In Russia, it is not yet known at all. My translation of the book - the first attempt to present his views of Russian-speaking audience.
So:
Samuel Widmer
In the labyrinth of pleasures. Farewell to the addiction.
Story of Joy. Birth of Love.
Dedication:
This book, I dedicate my daughters.
This is primarily about my blood daughter Sandra and Daniela,
with whom I have by this honor - to be my daughters - Are closely linked.
And then it - all those women and girls who are in our world without a homeland
looking and looking at me what they lack.
And I think before all about Daniel,
which ultimately did not want to be a daughter,
and Rachel, who is probably still want to become it,
but also about Vrenna, which is also sometimes Again I would like to be a daughter.
you all - hope this Earth.
Preface to the Second Edition
Here it is, the second edition of "In the labyrinth of pleasures" or The Birth of Joy ", as I really would prefer to call this book. Disappointment at the fact that psychotherapy does not give anything that I'm in your work therapist, or, more importantly, to follow my vocation, so little can change - the same frustration that I expressed in this paper - Meanwhile have been overcome.
My personal development has kept pace with the process that accompanied the writing of this book, and it really led to the birth of joy in my life. She flashes everywhere, she again and again is taking place among our sorrowful world, in spite of it. Like a living, green grass, she suddenly sprouting here and there, and exactly where, apparently, it just completely buried under a layer of heavy concrete.
And again, I'm sitting on the riverbank Arye, which each time is referred to in my books, and really plays in my life an important role. She - my sacred river, on the banks of which I really already experienced a lot of healing the soul moments endured many hours of high and low illumination, where every time I can feel the peace and quiet when bustle of everyday life and conflicts create too much anxiety in my heart.
So I'm sitting here this evening, this long, incredibly warm summer, and I admire in the late evening twilight dance of water. She really dances a dance full of joy! Dust evening sunset over the horizon reflected in her juicy blue. The air seems fertilized, all the surroundings, all Nature seemed to be conceived from the vibrating, the dense energy. Dark green heavy foliage invites her to hide in the shadows, a feeling of security that comes from her, like radiation from the mother's body. Still not quite quiet; dance of the day is not over yet. Crickets chirping as loud as they can only hear in the South. This summer, we knew for many years - a hot, infinitely long, carefree. On the opposite bank of the few people sitting around a campfire. Their conversation in my ears like music. The smell of grazing Nearby cows mixed with the smell of the water and tart aroma of summer greens. The sky suddenly a huge flock of crows flying, incredibly loud croak, - This sounds like nothing else can cause homesickness. They seem to have flown it to us, there must be hundreds, and they plan to slowly above us, make more a circle and progressively disappear, falling into a nearby beech line, where they spend the night. We live in paradise! It's obvious. Having eyes, but sees who has ears, let him hear! We just enough for our happiness, just enough to celebrate. Everything is perfect. We live in paradise.
With this you can add? That more can I say? Everything has already been said.
Nature slowly begins to subside. Dance of the water is replaced by a calm vibration waves. Evening sunset burns in the dark black moisture, appears in the sky stars, they light up and start dancing the dance of joy. Ravens have calmed down, the roar of the crickets, too, fades, and even fire on the other side slowly burns out, leaving in itself. Time to go home, relax, go to bed.
Yes, everything has been said, nothing to add, and this book, too. For Except for a few small adjustments and additions we have not changed anything in it. It is complete, such as it is. When reading the second edition of thought, that it contains, again became for me a new revelation. This is not my knowledge, this is thought to belong to all of us, who gave each of us in this quiet observation of nature, this openness fullness of life. He who has ears, let him hear, having eyes, but will see! But who have no eyes and ears to help is impossible. All is said and not add anything.
He who has ears, and who can hear, who have eyes and who can see, that does not need my words, well, and those who can not see and hear - his vision and hearing are not achieved. I no longer suffer from this tragedy. I am of the garden, dance of joy. Both are ubiquitous.
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