What is The First thing the mayor does when he comes in his office? Does he go to his computer and put it on and read his e-mails?

The first thing I did after I got up today, was taking a shower and as I was having a shower the stories came into my mind. One after another so now I sit behind my compu without having had any breakfast.

I have not enough milk left to make myself griesmeelpap but yesterday I promised myself white bread that must be put in the oven 7 minutes to be ready to eat, some cheese on it and I would have a marvellous breakfast.

But no, not needed. My system needs the love that is in those words and I have the experience that that is much better than breakfast.

So I dressed quickly, put on the compu and sit and write. And my thoughts are different from before. Because I am sitting. I am no longer in the flow of the water. I now understand why my parents did not take the bath at night before going to sleep, as I did, but in the morning, after getting up.

It makes, that the energy of thinking starts to flow. And I did not want to think as I was young. Because they told me I was lying. I have been lying and experienced how aweful that was to my sister.

I had played with the camera that was lying in a cupboard at the loft, where I had my room. It was a very old one with a harmonica lens and this harmonica I broke. I knew that was terrible and did not dare to confess that it was me that made that the camera could no longer lock in.

Like my brand new digital camera that I took with me to Indonesia. In the first week I made pictures of the people that I met and we wanted to have a picture with the 3 of us.

And in my joy of being able to make pictures with these lovable women, I was too quick and the camera felt on the stone that cover the ground. The lens was hit and can no longer lock in.

I was in my energy of “I do not have time and I do not have money” so I did not follow the idea to stop at the street market where lots of people repair all sorts of machinery. A thought that they would not yet be able to repair such a thing came to me.

I know that here in the West no one repairs anything any more. Is that the reason that patients in coma are not offered the treatment they need?

They need first of all that, what the baker Harry de Groot from Oosthuizen puts in his bread first of all. He is a real baker and he does not have secrets for his customers. He writes very big on the bag the bread is in, that he puts, first of all LIEFDE in it.

This LIEFDE is in English love and the most important part of the healing treatment of patients in coma. It can still not be measured by science but it exists. Science knows that but the energy of love is so various that it will never be possible to measure all the love that exists.

The patient in coma does not need calories, he does not need the water that I need. I need this water because I do not move enough. The patient in coma CAN NOT move and that makes that he has not the same physical system as I have and the changes in his physical system make that he does not need water.

It is even worse. The water is to him poison like to me a meal that is cooked without love is poison. The meal looks normal but the energy that was accompagnying the cooking of the meal is what makes me sick.

If I eat a meal that was cooked in anger I get angry. I loose the connection to my love and it takes 3 days to come out of this energy again. I am not the only one that reacts like this on food.

Lots of people do so but do not know why they react the way they react. While they are eating and trying to enjoy the food they observe that they are not hungry any more. The inner wisdom tells them that the energy of the food is not good for them.

So they refuse, if they listen to their inner wisdom, to eat more of that, what was on the table. Next day they have the feeling of not being happy without comprehending why. Last nigh was such a lovely night! Before you got into the bed you felt marvellous. Your love was flowing and you felt it.

Next morning life was as horrible as before. Where did the love go? It was the soup that transformed your energy. The old soup that was made in the time that the thought of giving up was present.

This thought is in the soup and makes that you have now the thought of giving up again. And that is the power of energy. If the cook is full of love and puts this love into the food while he is cooking, this love will do its work and people will find him.

If the food is brought to the people without the love it was cooked with, the people will react to the not loving way the food is offered. The people see the outer side and the outer side is in this case the waitress.

I am not concerned about the way I look. My outer side is not important. At the contrary, there are lots of people that do not want to have anything to do with the woman or man that looks like a mannequin.

There are hanging posters around about Ireland and other countries, telling that there will be a lecture about that country and I wondered why these posters were so horrible to me. Everytime I saw them I got an unpleasant feeling.

It took me some time to find out what it was. It was the presentation. The person that offers the lecture takes 2/3 of the poster. That gives me the idea that the person is more important than that what he is offering.

I am not interested in this person. The picture is not attractive to me. So I will never visit a lecture of him, even not if I am interested in what he has to tell. As I think this way, I do not put my picture in the internet.

Somewhere you find an old one. That is from another time. The time I had time to play golf. I love to play golf and I wish I could play it with my friends. But they too do not have time for such plays.

They are world citizens and on the road most of the time. They show me how my life will be and I wish we will all be at the same place often so we meet there. Just for a little bits party or a fresh made soup that is prepared whilst talking.

Love is flowing, not only in talking but also in doing. Thinking for the other and offering what we are aware that the other one needs. I do the thinking the therapists and nurses of the patient in coma must act.

They are responsible for the therapy and the nursing of the patient in coma. 24 hours nursing and nothing is moved! That is the situation now. Who is responsible for what the nurse and the therapist of the patient in coma knows and does?