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- Herausgeber: Vesseling.de Media
- Kategorie: Ratgeber
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013
At the time I wrote the first edition of this book I felt certain I had found the philosopher's stone. "It's not so bad if dreams do not come true. But it's terrible if one doesn't even try to make them come true." I'd had an engineer's degree and my own company, yet I was a man seriously ill from burnout. I came close to death several times. For a short period of time I was living on the street. I became an energy teacher and healer, a musician, the founder of the Vesseling Energy School, and an energy consultant much in demand by the business and art world. What I have experienced was the real-life story of phoenix rising from the ashes. Wikipedia: "In Greek mythology, a phoenix (Ancient Greek φοίνιξ phóinīx) is a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated or reborn. Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor. ...In his study of the phoenix, R. van der Broek summarizes, that, in the historical record, the phoenix could symbolize renewal in general..." In 2002 I had hit rock bottom, only to rise from my ashes into a normal life again. Based on this experience I instituted the course system of Vesseling teaching, which has inspired and given (more) strength to thousands of people. I am convinced that I am holding the key to my happiness in my own hands, and that everyone is capable of finding their own key. My journey and my quests have taken me to some of the most remote places on this earth, brought me together with some unusual people, led me to altitudes of over 4,000 meters when travelling in South America – until I eventually realized that, after all, none of these travels could actually help me: only I could help myself! So, during the last ten years (now being 2013) an Energy, Meditation and Vision School was created from this process, a school that offers people a tool towards helping themselves by using the power of Now, through which life-enriching visions can be nurtured.
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Martin Brune
With the power of Now
- On to happiness -
How life finds us
I wish to thank the clients and students of the Energy School, but first and foremost I wish to thank life, which has allowed me to experience all of this.
At this point I must emphatically point out that mental healing and/ or participation in my consultations or seminars can and should not under any circumstances substitute consultation of a physician and his/ her diagnostic practice and treatment or the medication prescribed by a physician!
Preface
There is none. We start immediately. We have no time to lose. The reason will become clear at the end.
Phoenix from the ashes
At the time I wrote the first edition of this book I felt certain I had found the philosopher’s stone.
I’d had an engineer’s degree and my own company, yet I was a man seriously ill from burnout. I came close to death several times. For a short period of time I was living on the street. I became an energy teacher and healer, a musician, the founder of the Vesseling Energy School, and an energy consultant much in demand by the business and art world.
What I have experienced was the real-life story of phoenix rising from the ashes.
Wikipedia: “In Greek mythology, a phoenix (Ancient Greek φοίνιξ phóinīx) is a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated or reborn. Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor. ...In his study of the phoenix, R. van der Broek summarizes, that, in the historical record, the phoenix could symbolize renewal in general...”
In 2002 I had hit rock bottom, only to rise from my ashes into a normal life again.
Based on this experience I instituted the course system of Vesseling teaching, which has inspired and given (more) strength to thousands of people. I am convinced that I am holding the key to my happiness in my own hands, and that everyone is capable of finding their own key.
My journey and my quests have taken me to some of the most remote places on this earth, brought me together with some unusual people, led me to altitudes of over 4,000 meters when travelling in South America – until I eventually realized that, after all, none of these travels could actually help me: only I could help myself!
So, during the last ten years (now being 2013) an Energy, Meditation and Vision School was created from this process, a school that offers people a tool towards helping themselves by using the power of Now, through which life-enriching visions can be nurtured.
Taking this path is worth it, you can trust me on this. I am living proof of the things I and my assistants teach. During the period 2008-2012 I composed a total of six music albums. In 2005 the first edition of this book became a bestseller. Ten years ago, I wouldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams that I’d be authoring a book, singing in front of an audience, giving lectures, becoming a vision teacher or managing a team of over 100 assistants. I was not far from the gutter!
I have always dreamt of being able to do all these things, but I would never have accomplished them without following the process taught in the Energy School. But that’s enough of self-advertising. Reading this book, you can find out for yourself if Vesseling could inspire you to find “your thing” in life.
I know that for me, “my thing”, my passion, in life is to work with other people.
What kind of visions do you have? None? Ok, then it is time to create some.
“It’s not so bad if dreams do not come true. But it’s terrible if one doesn’t even try to make them come true.”
Since we love numbers and stats in our world:
The GedankenLos! Vesseling, Meditation and Vision Institute was founded some ten years ago (2002/2003).
In 2005 I wrote the first edition of “On to happiness” as repeating my story continually was becoming increasingly exhausting. The book was to speak for me and relate my story to those interested.
My story was as unintentional as it was incredible, and I became a ‘hype’. Some people called me a “healer”, others a “charlatan” or “magician”, while a few labeled me somewhat humoristically as “ShaMartin”, or even “the shaman”. I found all those names questionable and couldn’t identify with any of the words describing me.
Some liked me because they felt better after my sessions, while others were keen to get to know me because they wanted this crazy guy amongst their circle of friends. Yet they all had one thing in common: Martin Brune and what he did became a permanent topic of discussion.
“You are only dead when people stop talking about you”, an American hard rock musician friend of mine told me once.
The mix of people coming to see me for energetic consultations was rather interesting:
German and American politicians, CEOs, managers, musicians, rock stars, but also many without such status – students, school children, ordinary people of all ages.
Even back then, at the time of my “healer hype”, everything seemed pretty laughable to me. I saw life, and above all MYSELF, from the bird’s eye perspective. By the way, with “laughable” here I don’t mean “ridiculous”, or “unappreciative” – rather, that life and myself (!) were making me laugh.
“There was this young man called Martin; he always dreamt of wanting to be big and important, and now he has become just that – Martin Brune has become a consultant to really important people... respect!”
Megalomaniac, ludicrous, I thought at the time, and would laugh my head off about myself. I had been pursuing an illusion of grandeur for years. As soon as this became clear to me I lost the final fortress of my ego. That’s when I stopped caring about who came to my consultations. I no longer had the need to bask in the glow of an illusion. All people were equal to me. My main concern was my ability to help them.
A fire started to burn inside me, the fire of enthusiasm – and it still does! What the participants learnt in the Vesseling Energy School helped, and it still does! Both themselves and other people too (including companies). The courses even brought a kind of euphoria for life to some of the participants.
What we experienced during the courses kindled my enthusiasm, and this enthusiasm continues growing to this day. What I discovered really had what it takes to make the world and, with it, humankind a little more livable.
Man is capable of anything: of negativity, stress, aggression, and war, but also of peace, love, and unity. And it’s exactly this wondrous transformation in people that I experience day after day in the courses. When I go back to the “normal” world after the end of a course, I always find this world a little bizarre. If only all people could undergo a deep energetic process, I think sometimes, the world would be a different place. I believe deeply and firmly in the project of transforming humankind. The experiences made in the courses are a proof of this.
The time before
In the earlier editions of “On to happiness” I omitted the details of how I came to found my Vesseling Vision and Vesseling Energy School and write the book. The beginnings of the institute date back to 2001, and the first edition of this book was written in 2003. Prior to those events I had spent over eight months visiting various psychiatric outpatient clinics, after which I lived almost on the street.
The reason I left that period out was because I didn’t want to burden the readers with tough stories of those difficult times.
Yet course participants keep asking me about that time; it seems that many want to know.
(Dear reader, the following couple of pages relate bleak experiences from that time – if you’d prefer to continue on a lighter note please skip them).
..... January 2001: we were all sitting on a sofa waiting for the next round of psychotherapy. There was a window. All of a sudden a shadow flew past the window. All the doctors ran outside, to the back yard of the clinic. We had to stay in the room. Did someone really jump off and commit suicide? We weren’t told anything, but when the doctors came back they were all pale from shock. I’ve never found out exactly what happened. All I know is that the idea of jumping off the roof and committing suicide did not appear in the least frightening to me at the time. I was in a state of absolute desperation ...
„... I always used to laugh about psychological illness. People should pull themselves together, I would think to myself. When I was admitted to the day clinic I could not feed myself, I was unable to tie my shoe laces, let alone go shopping. I experienced firsthand how the psyche took possession of my body and caused it to almost totally paralyze. This was the worst disease I’ve experienced in my whole life. You are out of control, you are not aware of what you say or think, your mind is muddled – you are steps away from incapacitation. You need help. You need doctors. No shamanic school, not even my own Vesseling Energy School, would have helped me at that time. I was so glad that these clinics existed that I broke down in tears ...
„... The reason for my discharge from the last outpatient clinic at the time was that the psychologists realized I was feeling better. During one morning session I told the therapists I wanted to take up jogging again, as well as about having ideas on setting up an Internet company and about a girl I had started dating. I also told them how much at home I felt in the day clinic with the new friends I’d made there, something like a family. All this must have been clear indications to the psychologists of my improvement, and as a result I was more or less thrown out of the clinic. “Two more weeks, and that’s it!”, I was told. Later, it became clear to me that I was feeling a little better, and that by staying on at the clinic I would have blocked a place for another person who may have been in a much worse situation than myself ...
„... While still enwrapped in the cuddly warmth of the day clinic I innerly decided that I would continue to feel really good after being released. However, as the release date approached it became clear to me that my intentions were doomed: I was feeling awful all the time. And yet there was no turning back. I wouldn’t have been able to stay longer anyway – my health insurance could pay “only“ for four months at a stretch, after which period I’d have to go. My last day in the clinic passed in a flood of tears. Most of us had known each other for nearly four months and no matter how weird we found one another in the beginning, we had grown really fond of each other. The following weeks and months, up until I had my first encounter with shamanism, were like a horror movie: I plunged into a massive depression – the day clinic had given me more stability than I’d thought ...
„... Without medication and the doctors‘ help I would not have come out of it. Before I was admitted in to the clinic my body felt frozen, stiff, red, sweaty and cold at the same time. I could not look after of feed myself, let alone shop for food. I couldn’t even add up one plus one, much less remember PIN numbers, tie my shoe laces, or get dressed – and all that over a period of months, believe it or not. I was the living proof of how the psyche eventually takes possession of the body with the force of a sledgehammer. I was a wreck and needed help. Had it not been for my parents I would have ended up in the gutter – without medication at this stage I would not have survived, I am sure of that... During the release process the doctors told me: “Herr Brune, you must seek psychological assistance; we don’t know if you will ever emerge from this condition...”. That, in a nutshell, was my concluding diagnosis.
“We can only learn to say ‚yes‘ to what „is“ in this very moment. By saying „yes“ to it, we overcome the resistance against this very moment, and negativity disappears.”
„... I would spend most nights lying awake in bed, brooding over things. My body was exhausted but my mind was whirling. I would take tablets, sleeping tablets that were apparently not addictive, but also some that were. I didn’t care. When you can’t sleep for months at a stretch you are close to insanity – and you cherish the drugs, the doctors, basically anything that might help ...
„... My friends were long gone. Most of them had gradually dissociated themselves. At the time I thought it was almost as Darwin had surmised about the weak being eliminated. It was horrible to see even ‘good’ friends, whom I expected to go through thick and thin with me, turn their backs. Today I believe that my illness became too much for them to handle. They even stopped calling me on the telephone. Yet there were also some who said: ‘This idiot should pull himself together’. That felt like they were putting the boot in.
„... Summer was just around the corner. Thank God, I thought, and since I didn’t know what else to do with myself I would sit in the park, the Volksgarten in Cologne. They were all sitting there – ostracized teachers, academics, painters, young people, old people, and myself. I remember trying to resign myself to the fact that I would land there too. For three months I would sit there in the park, I had hit rock bottom. Though I still had an apartment I would sometimes stay the night in the park too. At some point you just stop caring. I was often woken up by the street sweeper truck cleaning up the debris around the park benches or by dogs on their early walk ...
„... I had found a psychologist. Finally. The light warriors from the day clinic (the doctors and psychologists) had advised me to seek one ...
„... It’s not easy to find a therapist when you need one. It’s hard to believe how busy they are, with waiting lists of up to six months. Many were in a position to pick clients. But I needed help there and then! ... The one I found was nice, he was also from the Ruhr area and had a practice on Friesenplatz ...
„... Over the following months and years I would sit through over 400 therapy hours with him ...
„... At the end of the session he would always look at the clock, take a pen, draw a line beneath his notes, put the notepad to one side, and say to me: ‘Herr Brune, it’s still difficult’. Then he’d smile, shake my hand, and I had to leave ...
„... I had therapy once or twice a week. To me, each session was like a straw I could clutch at. My week revolved around those two highlights, the two precious hours of openness. In between the therapy sessions I felt low-spirited, would write some texts, try to find diversion ...
„... I nearly had a heart attack when I read this letter from my health insurance company: As of October we will suspend payments to you. So, as of October I wouldn’t be able to pay my rent anymore ... this was the end!
„... ‘Herr Brune, you can pay for the shoes in cash or with your credit card’. I handed over my credit card. The lady tried three times. ‘The card is blocked’, she whispered, took the shoes back and pointed me to the exit. I felt like a hobo. Now I was one too and went back to the park ...
„... My parents came on Sunday. I didn’t manage to clean the apartment beforehand – I was too exhausted. I arranged to meet them at the restaurant in the train station. When I got there they hadn’t arrived yet. I went up to the book shop. I was leaning on a shelf when a lady brought a case with new books. I saw a book cover showing a man with funny pictures coming out of his head. It appealed to me immediately ...
„... The author of the book organized seminars in Holland, with real South American Indians. I had to go, I was fascinated ...
„... There was a queue to see the Indian, about 30 meters long. When my turn finally came I wanted to tell him my life story, the reasons why I was so ill, explain the circumstances etc. but he just said: ‘Cállate y túmbate’ – ‘Keep quiet and lie down’. At least that’s how I understood it at the time. I was stubborn, got angry: ‘What? Are you not going to listen to me? ... I have such an interesting and tragic story to tell you...” but after a brief toing and froing I did lie down ...
„... My body twitched a few times, I saw shadows though my eyes were closed, I heard rustling... I don’t know how long I lay on the floor. All I know is that afterwards I felt better, so much better that my inner fighting spirit was awoken. There must be something there, I thought. Maybe the doctors were wrong after all with their diagnosis about my life ...
„... In the end the Indian told me: ‘You have a special gift to work as a healer’, and said goodbye with the words: ‘Eres mi hermano ... You are my brother’...
„... Me? A healer? Really? I’m an engineer, and at some point in the future, when I‘d feel better, I wanted to start working in my field again. I couldn’t get all this out of my head, so I decided to stay for another few days, as there was also a kind of beginners’ course in healing taking place ...
„... After the meeting with the South American Indian I hung around, thinking. Then I heard him say to someone else: ‘You have a special gift to work as a healer, you are my brother’... At first I was shocked, but later I thought to myself with a grin: ‘This is a good marketing strategy... so everyone is brothers and sisters...”
„... The following days passed with countless healing sessions we conducted with one another about various issues: fear of the future, psychosomatic complaints, all sorts of things were addressed. There were some men and women who had everything in life but were always unhappy. The sessions included some very serious issues. And I wouldn’t write about it if I hadn’t experienced it myself: there was a clear improvement with many issues and complaints after those sessions ...
„... So I drove back to Cologne with a new mission. I was still feeling pretty bad, but not as bad as before Holland. I couldn’t get the Indian’s words ‘You have a special gift to work as a healer’ out of my head, even though he said them to everyone. I started inviting friends for fun and holding sessions with them on all different issues.
„... What was it that helped people? I didn’t actually do anything at all other than offering them my attention and stillness. The only thing I perceived during those sessions was my seeing some really weird pictures in the beginning, which towards the end of each session transformed into something very positive, something bright... I was at a loss; being confronted with the effects, I was totally taken aback. It was at that point I became a researcher in the subject of energy work ...
„.... It was hard to believe, but the people who came to me seemed to feel better afterwards. So word got around. In the beginning I accepted chocolates from them in return, until my kitchen was overflowing with chocolate ...
„... At the same time though it was clear to me that I would not become an Indian. Even if the Indian experience continued to be on my mind, I knew instinctively it was something else that would make me feel better again ... what this was would become apparent years later ...
The first discovery: the world of energy, liberation from blockages
“Looking back at that time today, I realize that I would not have come out of my depression without medicine. People who come to our Vesseling Energy School are not ill. Ill people need medical help, just as I did back then. I am still very grateful to all the doctors and psychologists who treated me at that time.”
A book...? Elenor
I cannot see the lake, but I can discern it from the soft babbling of the tiny waves. There is fog everywhere, and the condor sits on a bare tree that stands right next to the shore. I can smell it, the lake. The water smells musty – like wood. Wood, I think. I can hear wood moving, creaking. Like the floorboards of an old sailing boat. The condor is perched there on the tree that looks black. Its eyes reflect shock and helplessness at the same time. Everywhere is enveloped in fog. That‘s why the condor cannot fly. Because it can‘t see.
I take the fog out of the scene; the fog slowly disappears and the picture becomes clearer. Down there at the lake shore lies a boat – that‘s where the musty smell and the creaking are coming from. There is a woman lying inside the boat. She is pregnant. She is wearing a dress that seems to be from another century. On the far side of the lake I can see a house burning. The air smells of smoke. The woman is dying.
„Where do you come from?“, I ask. „From the house over there“, she says in a weak voice. „What happened?“
„We were attacked. We are very wealthy, and my husband‘s brother, who is a good-for-nothing, has always envied us...“
„Where is your husband?“
„He is dead. Everyone is dead. My husband‘s brother only wanted money, but the argument turned violent. The curtains caught fire and ...“ „And?... and?“, I ask. She can hardly speak now – she is too exhausted.
„Good-for-nothing!“, I think and look at her dress. It is covered in blood. 18th century, I would say. „Good-for-nothing“ – somehow it fits, I conclude, and move on.
The condor watches the happenings and wants to be free. It wants to be free from this terrible scene.
„What‘s your name?“, I ask the pregnant woman in the boat again. „Caroline de Metier“, she whispers in a weak voice.
„Caroline, do you want to see the light? You have been here at the shore of the lake for so long – over two hundred years. Do you want to see the light? Do you want to be free at last?“, I ask.
Stillness. Calm. Strong wing beats resound above the lake, returning with an echo. The condor becomes unsettled, beating its wings, as though it has to fly away and can no longer wait.
„Yes...“, she says quietly. „I‘ve been waiting for salvation for such a long time. I don‘t want to be here any more. Please, take me and my unborn baby to the light.“
Seconds later the lake, the tree, and the burning house disappear. The condor takes off, flies away. It is free again. What remains is pure light. Pure energy. It is as though I was looking at a spinning wheel of light. Warm light. Pleasant.
The treatment is over. „Oh Martin – this is just unbelievable“, says Elenor and begins to cry after I tell her what I have seen in her: the dying Caroline de Metier, probably one of her ancestors, and the terrible events by the lake, which had obviously been passed on from generation to generation, and which have been resolved now.
But all of this is no longer important to Elenor herself. Because now the condor is flying again.
The suitcases still stand in the hall of my institute. Having just returned from a series of lectures I gave in Vienna, I arrived punctually for our consultation at eight o‘clock in the evening. Treatment over the telephone. Elenor is a client from Los Angeles, one the most successful women shamans in North America. They need treatment too, for they come into contact with a lot of people, which often leaves them exposed to extreme energies.
Despair and a sense of grief were „her issues“, she told me during the first brief telephone conversation: the permanent feeling of grief and of „somehow being inhibited“: stagnation in life.
During the subsequent session Elenor resolves her life stagnation herself: she and her husband have been trying to conceive a child for over 15 years. It hasn‘t worked. She has had three miscarriages, so she has pushed aside the idea of having a baby. Still, she would never have thought possible that her despondency, her frustration and the sporadic feeling of senselessness in life could be caused by the energy disturbance of a pregnant woman, which manifests itself as the lake and the other visions, although she herself works as a shaman.
All these years she has been feeling like this condor. And the powerlessness of the pregnant woman in her abdomen has also been a constant companion.
By now, you must be surprised. What is all this he is writing here? This nonsense is supposed to have healed Elenor? For heaven‘s sake! The suspension of this disbelief will take place whilst reading this book. However, my aim is certainly not to impress the reader with the things I see and undertake during treatment, because, basically, that is irrelevant. The clients do not have to concern themselves with the images at all. I wouldn‘t even need to describe these images to them, but naturally every client is curious about who or what is or has been haunting their energy field. Even when Elenor subsequently draws a parallel to her desire to have a baby, this analogy is not influential to the healing, but only in the manner that the woman in the image finds peace and that the condor can fly again. It is another level. A level of images. Energy that informs through images. Now her chakra is cleared from the dark spots.
More nonsense, you may think. By the way, in the meantime Elenor has become pregnant.
Since I started to work as a Vesseling Practitioner and founded the school and the institute, I have been extremely busy. I enjoy my occupation infinitely. The consultations are extremely successful. So I have to write a book about it. About energy medicine – about how energy medicine works.
Hello, I am Martin Brune. I still dress the same way as I did before, I don‘t wear flowing white guru togas or the gentle permanent smile of a good man on my face, have no Spirit Centre and make no promises.
I think that writing books really is reserved for humans with a lot of staying power and an extreme urge for research. So what am I doing writing one? Is it just because I have many students and clients (the word „patient“ is reserved for physicians) who often ask me when will I write a book and publish it?
What are the book‘s intentions? To make money is not one of the aims. To spread the knowledge? Yes, perhaps, it could be that. If it serves that purpose I will be happy to write it. Even though „knowledge“ cannot be prescribed just like that. And because nature has not actually provided for illness, the book must be kept short – why should a great big book or even many books about illnesses and their treatment be necessary? Trust me, nature intended an easier way.
The preparation
These are the two reasons for continuing to tell my story. The first is the incredible feedback from my clients, both in quality and in quantity. The second is my path – an overwhelming experience – from one who has been healed to a healer who, step by step, finds his feet in the energetic world without consciously choosing it – and in doing so experiences things that I would not have thought possible. There is one thing I wish to say beforehand: as soon as something changes in our energy field, everything around us changes – above all the quality of life. This is what happened in my life. At the end of energetic healing processes you will find „happiness“, which is your life contract that has at last been liberated thanks to the energy healing. Exactly as it happened to me.
You can read my chronological development in the „El mundo energético „ (The energetic World) chapters, and what happened and why in the individual chapters of the three parts: HAPPINESS AND DESTINY; ENERGY, IMBALANCE, HEALING AND CONNECTING; TREATMENT, DESTINY AND HAPPINESS).
No one has to „believe“
