Final Call?

This morning my mother called. My brother in Iran who was jailed as being a leader of the current recolution was released on bail last week. She said perhaps it’s the last opportunity for to talk to him as today his verdict will be announced in court.

Under normal circumstances, he would get three to five years in prison, which can already be leathal in Irans prisons. But under a decree issued recently, the demonstrations in Iran are declared a “war against God”.

That implies the death penalty.

I called him. All this weeks I kinda felt numb when I thought about him and the situation. Maybe I believed that I would talk to him again.

But when I called him this morning, tears streamed down my face.

He picked up the phone.

It was hard for me to keep my voice calm, trying not to let him know that I fear the worst.

He started talking about how he felt and what he experienced the last weeks for a few minutes and then he said “Tell me something about your life.”

I said I came back to Vienna because my father is not well and to see my daughter, also telling him that things are getting better with her mother.

And then I told him about lucid dreaming and how I focus now on going deeper on it and gave him, possibly, my last teaching in this lifetime.

He thanked me and wanted to fare me well.

“Brother, one more thing!” I say “You are a hero of Iran!”

“There is much bigger heroes than me!” he responded.

“There always is!” I reinforce “And still, you are one of them… and also a true dervish! Never forget, whatever they do, they can take your life, yet, your influence will always live in others and in me. They can kill you but your poems will live forever! Ya hagh!”


Lost in London Transit


Yesterday I arrived in London with a six hour overstay and the necessity to transit between Luton and Gatwick airport.

So I thought I’ll pay a visit to Camden Market.

The first time I was there in 2001 I bought myself my bachelors graduation gift: My the red leather jacket, which became one of my trademarks.

The second time I went there three years ago, when I paid London a visit for my first keynote speech outside of Austria. Then I bought a ring for the mother of my child, which was something quite unique for me, as before, I only did so for the woman I would go on to marry.

This time I thought I’ll get another leather jacket. My cousin really loves the original one I bought back in 2001 and I kinda felt like it’s time to pass it on. So I got a new one… and some other cool stuff 🤙🏽 shit… I really shouldn’t go to Camden too often…

Especially, when there is a strike of the public transport workers. Turns out that my new leather jacket costs me about double of what I paid for when I consider my newly booked flight and the hotel for the extra night 🤣

But yeah, definitely worth it spending my night with a London DJ who became one of my closest friends during the pandemic.

In London transit…

What a wild six weeks. Really wild ✌🏽

So my Persian family and me, we are having the time of our lives with all this beauty around us and the excitement of starting a new life. And our work is picking up as well. One of my goals was to film one video by Christmas so we could apply for festivals. Well, that’s done already now.

It’s so beautiful to live with a family with a four year old girl. She kinda became my second daughter and it’s so beautiful that I can experience with her what I can’t experience with my own daughter and give her all the love my daughter really deserved.

And then, the women here… what shall I say 🤷🏽‍♂️

Some women think I’m small, fat and unattractive 😳 And then, there is the women here in Portugal 😉

Six weeks… wow, what shall I say?!

And now I’m heading back to Vienna to see my father who had another cancer surgery. But in reality the cancer is the smaller of his problems. The bigger one is his weak heart.

I’m going back to try to leverage the moment he might be open to some holistic approaches now due to the shock he’s going through now.

If this time he doesn’t wake up, that’s it… I truly believe.

And also, I will see my sun ☀️

“Papa, wo bist du?”

This one sentence she said when last met, carried me for the last six weeks.

As much as I despise Vienna, I love to return.

“Da bin ich 😍”