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Espresso with the Devil

  • Out now!
  • Thomas Poppe and his new book!

A promise: This book will help build a good future for us all.  

A warning: This book will shatter the very foundations

of hypocrisy, prejudice and racism.  

Remember: The power of words to offend (and wake up) is directly proportional to the stubbornness, with which you defend your thought patterns, prejudices and taboos, and to the degree, to which you are shackled by them.  

In other words: Only the truth sets us free.  

From the book’s press release by Penguin Random House publishers:

„Good morning, allow me to introduce myself: I am the devil, but you can call me Fred. No need to guess my name …”

With these words begins Thomas Poppes extraordinary dialogue between a traveling writer and Fred, the devil.   3 o’clock AM, we are in an airport hotel bar, somewhere in the Western USA. The devil is on the brink of being out of a job. Humanity is fast approaching self-destruction and thus would render his efforts redundant. So, he’s forced to act! He is compelled to reveal all his tricks to give humanity a last chance to resist him and his powers of seduction – thus saving the world and ultimately Fred’s mission. For his mouthpiece he has chosen a journalist and writer, whom he reveals his tricks and secrets and who is tasked with broadcasting his message.  

In this exceptionally profound and yet at all times tangible and amusingly thought-provoking dialogue Thomas Poppe tackles the great themes of life, that deeply move us all (i.e. environment, religion, nutrition, migration, racism, gender, Corona, health system, terror, hate speech in the web…). With this form of narrative self-help he has created a viable map through life’s labyrinth.   He encourages the reader to always remain curious, to think for her- and himself, to look behind the smokescreens and stage-props of life, to ask questions and to check for plausibility. He shows how to succeed in a sustainable and spiritually fulfilled life – in harmony with oneself, with one‘s fellow human beings and with nature.  

Author’s Bio   In 1991 Thomas Poppe published, together with Johanna Paungger, the runaway bestseller “Vom richtigen Zeitpunkt” (The Power of Timing) about the influences of lunar rhythms on everyday life. Numerous other books by the author duo followed, heralding a renaissance in health awareness, and providing a myriad of practical tips for everyday life. Their work saw translation in 30 languages and more than 20 million copies sold in German alone. In addition, they have developed a comprehensive calendar program that puts the insights of lunar knowledge into practice day by day. With his books Thomas Poppe gives his readers useful and effective tools to create a better world. This is no different in his new work, “Espresso with the Devil,” in which he provides deep insights into the important things in life.

Get the book here (Paperback & Kindle versions) : ESPRESSO

Covid and the Future

We have been asked to comment on the current situation in the world – thoughts which might be helpful now and in the future.

That’s not easy of course because there are as many „current situations“ as there are people in the world. All of you deal with it in your own personal way, all of you experience it in your own personal way. We simply cross our fingers for you and hope you you come through it well.

One thing though is heavy on our mind: what will come “after it’s over”? Many of us will end up with a positive learning experience at the end of the day. They will structure their everyday life differently. For that to be successful we also send out our best wishes and positive thoughts.


One „lesson“ though is becoming visible already: How fast and how thoroughly nature would heal itself from our being exploited in our relentless consumerism. Hardly a more telling signal, when you observe dolphins again in front of St.Marcus Place in Venice, isn’t it? Or you see alpine lakes filling up again, because they do not have to feed snow cannons any more. These are only symptoms and symbols, but their language is telling.


The word crisis comes from the ancient Greek and was the term for „Decision, Opportunity“. It would be really great, if we could see these trying times as an opportunity instead of reverting back to some same-old-same-old or a “state of normalcy.” That would the head-in-the-sand method of old.


For it’s the routine agendas of the past, that need changing for a long, long time now. For many centuries they let us live like a bunch of termites, who (today in a very „democratic“ process) have elected leader termites, as long as they promised that the woodshed Earth, which we are devouring at the moment, will provide nutrition and protection forever and ever.

Commonsense driven and visionary contemporaries of ours, who mumbled that „growth at any cost cannot end well have been ignored, blocked, fired, locked up, burnt at the stakes. An ancient practice. Global warming? A hoax invented by the Greens to take away our third cars.


For real, darlings, if we do not manage successfully the transition from a growth-progress to a preservation-and-care-progress, there is no difference between us and the termites devouring the woodshed until there is not a shred and morsel left – all in the firm conviction, that it will always be like that.


But if we do it right and understand the lesson of these times, the Corona was a blessing – crazy as this may sound right now. To do right for example would be not only to protect the „big ones“ from bankruptcy. These “big ones“ belonged to the termites most of the time, my friends. We have to help the small businesses to get back ontheir feet. Der small shops, the organic farmers, the many unknown and thankless helpers in your immediate neighborhoods, the people in the vicinity, the companies in the vicinity. The danger is real, that afterwards everything will be done to get big business on ist feet ASAP to ist old, destructive level. We all can help that this does not happen.

Never ever any government in the world would have succeeded in proclaiming reasonable bans without endless protests, strikes and concessions without real value for nature and our future.

Let’s grab this opportunity and start anew! Almost everybody has now time and leisure at his or her disposal to rearrange priorities and find valid answers for the question: „What are the real and valid Essentials in my life?” This question has nothing to do with egotism, on the contrary!


To shed light on certain relationships and contexts we often tell short parables, tales and anecdotes. Maybe the following does the trick.


Once upon a time there was a woman taking a stroll in a small forest. Suddenly she came upon a small greenish forest spirit. „Wow,“ the spirit cried out, „ich notice that you can see me. That’s why I grant you a wish, but make it quick!“

„Hmm“, the lady said, „can’t think of anything at the moment, just onbe thing: I always wanted to know waht the difference between heaven and hell is“.

Pooof! And the small forest spirit took her by the hand and led her to a wooden shed suddenly appearing in front of them from out of nowhere. They went inside and through the first door on the right.


A strange scene unfolded in fron of them: Many people sat on chairs around a gigantic wooden table. They tried to eat from a magnificent foof bowl right in the center of the table. But it was not possible. For the very long spoon with which they reached into the bowl was firmly tied to their hands. Thus they couldn’t direct the spoon to their mouths. They appeared desperate ausschließlich if almost starving.

„That’s hell“, said the forest spirit. And took the woman’s hand and led her to the next room in the house.


An lo! the exact identical scene unfolded in front of her eyes. A huge table, people who tried to fish the delicacies from the far away bowl in the center of the table. Only that the general atmosphere was one of good cher, merriment and laughter and the telling of hilarious stories – and feeding each other without any problems.

„That’s heaven,” the forest spirit said.


There is no crisis which is not an opportunity at the same time. This crisis though is a little different from most previous ones. It is probably our last chance bestowed on us to turn this planet of ours into the paradise it is meant to be.


Maybe we are accused now of naiveté. But that much is very certain. Naive to the highest degree is to think once this is over we can carry on just as before.


But certain is also this: This chance and opportunity is REAL! We still could travel onwards into a good future for us all. Let’s get to it!

The real has a future!



Johanna Paungger-Poppe & Thomas Poppe


News from the Real World

One of the keys to human behavior is the attention-factor.

Anyone can verify that many instances, generally supposed to be important or useful human transactions on any subject (social, commercial, etc.,) are in fact disguised attention-situations.

It is contended that if a person does not know what he is doing (in this case that he is basically demanding, extending or exchanging attention) and as a consequence thinks that he is doing something else (contributing to human knowledge, learning, buying, selling, informing, etc.,) he will:

(a) be more inefficient at both the overt and the covert activity;

(b) have less capacity of planning his behavior and will make mistakes of emotion and intellect because he considers attention to be other than it is.

If this is true, it is most important that individuals realize:

That this attention-factor is operating in virtually all transactions;

That the apparent motivation of transactions may be other than it really is. And that it is often generated by the need or desire for attention-activity (giving, receiving, exchanging).

That attention-activity, like any other demand for food, warmth, etc., when placed under volitional control, must result in increased scope for the human being who would then not be at the mercy of random sources of attention, or even more confused than usual if things do not pan out as they expect.



Too much attention can be bad, (inefficient).

Too little attention can be bad.

Attention may be ‘hostile’ or ‘friendly’ and still fulfil the appetite for attention. This is confused by the moral aspect.

When people need a great deal of attention they are vulnerable to the message which too often accompanies the exercise of attention towards them. E.g., someone wanting attention might be able to get it only from some person or organization which might thereafter exercise (as ‘its price’) an undue influence upon the attention-starved individual’s mind.

Present beliefs have often been inculcated at a time and under circumstances connected with attention-demand, and not arrived at by the method attributed to them.

Many paradoxical reversals of opinion, or of associates and commitments may be seen as due to the change in a source of attention.

People are almost always stimulated by an offer of attention, since most people are frequently attention-deprived. This is one reason why new friends, or circumstances, for instance, may be preferred to old ones.

If people could learn to assuage attention-hunger, they would be in a better position than most present cultures allow them, to attend to other things. They could extend the effectiveness of their learning capacity.

Among the things which unstarved people (in the sense of attention) could investigate, is the comparative attraction of ideas, individuals, etc., apart from their purely attention-supplying function.


The desire for attention starts at an early stage of infancy. It is, of course, at that point linked with feeding and protection. This is not to say that this desire has no further nor future development value. But it can be adapted beyond its ordinary adult usage of mere satisfaction.


Even a cursory survey of human communities shows that, while the random eating tendency, possessiveness and other undifferentiated characteristics are very early trained or diverted (weaned) the attention-factor does not get the same treatment. The consequence is that the adult human being, deprived of any method of handling his desire for attention, continues to be confused by it: as it usually remains primitive throughout life.


Very numerous individual observations of human transactions have been made. They show that an interchange between two people always has an attention-factor.


Observation shows that people’s desires for attention ebb and flow. When in an ebb or flow of attention-desire, the human being not realizing that this is his condition, attributes his actions and feelings to other factors, e.g., the hostility or pleasantness of others. He may even say that it is a ‘lucky day’, when his attention needs have been quickly and adequately met. Re-examination of such situations has shown that such experiences are best accounted for by the attention-theory.


Objections based upon the supposed pleasure of attention being strongest when it is randomly achieved do not stand up when carefully examined. ‘I prefer to be surprised by attention’ can be paraphrased by saying, ‘I prefer not to know where my next meal is coming from’. It simply underlines a primitive stage of feeling and thinking on this subject.


Situations which seem different when viewed from an oversimplified perspective (which is the usual one) are seen to be the same by the application of attention-theory. e.g.: People following an authority-figure may be exercising the desire for attention or the desire to give it. The interchange between people and their authority-figure may be explained by mutual-attention behavior. Some gain only attention from this interchange. Some can gain more.


Another confusion is caused by the fact that the object of attention may be a person, a cult, an object, an idea, interest, etc. Because the foci of attention can be so diverse, people in general have not yet identified the common factor – the desire for attention.


One of the advantages of this theory is that it allows the human mind to link in a coherent and easily-understood way many things which it has always (wrongly) been taught are very different, not susceptible to comparison, etc. This incorrect training has, of course, impaired the possible efficiency in functioning of the brain, though only culturally, not permanently.


The inability to feel when attention is extended, and also to encourage or to prevent its being called forth, makes man almost uniquely vulnerable to being influenced, especially in having ideas implanted in his brain, and being indoctrinated.


Raising the emotional pitch is the most primitive method of increasing attention towards the instrument which increased the emotion. It is the prelude to, or accompaniment of, almost every form of indoctrination.


Traditional philosophical and other teachings have been used to prescribe exercises in the control and focusing of attention. Their value, however, has been to a great measure lost because the individual exercises, prescribed for people in need of exercise, have been written down and repeated as unique truths and practiced in a manner, with people and at a rate and under circumstances which, by their very randomness, have not been able to effect any change in the attention-training. This treatment has, however, produced obsession. It continues to do so.


Here and there proverbs and other pieces of literary material indicate that there has been at one time a widespread knowledge of attention on the lines now being described. Deprived, however, of context, these indications survive as fossil indicators rather than being a useful guide to attention-exercise for contemporary man.

Attention upon oneself, or upon a teacher, without the exercise of securing what is being offered from beyond the immediate surroundings, is a sort of short-circuit. As it has been said: ‘Do not look at me, but take what is in my hand’.

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The Beginning of a New Day (or: What the REAL problem is with the Trumps of this world)

The master once asked his disciples, how exactly the end of the night can be discerned from the beginning of the day.

One answered: “When you see an animal in the distance and recognize it as a cow or a horse.”

“No,” said the master.

“When you identify a tree in the distance as a cherry tree or a beech tree”.

“Wrong again”, said the master.

“When you can differentiate between a hawk or a crow flying above.”

“That too is not the correct answer”, said the teacher.

“What is it then?” asked the disciples.

“When you look into the face of a man and recognize your brother in it. When you look into the face of a woman and recognize your sister in it. Whoever is not capable of that – for him it is night, regardless of where the sun is at that time.”

A Guru Answers

Asked about the topic of racial prejudice an Indian Guru answered: “It makes God sad, if He is insulted just because He is wearing His black, yellow or red suit…”


Read. Feel. Copy. Paste. Send.

An old cowboy was riding his trusty horse followed by his faithful dog along an unfamiliar road.  The cowboy was enjoying the new scenery, when he suddenly remembered dying, and realized the dog beside him had been dead for years, as had his horse.  Confused, he wondered what was happening, and where the trail was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall that looked like fine marble.  At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch topped by a golden letter “H” that glowed in the sunlight.  Standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like gold.

He rode toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.  Parched and tired out by his journey, he called out;

‘Excuse me, where are we?’

‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered.

‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ the man asked.

‘Of course, sir.  Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.’

As the gate began to open, the cowboy asked  ‘Can I bring my partners, too?’

‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’

The cowboy thought for a moment, then turned back to the road and continued riding, his dog trotting by his side.

After another long ride, at the top of another hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a ranch gate that looked as if it had never been closed.  As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

‘Excuse me,’ he called to the man.  ‘Do you have any water?’

‘Sure, there’s a pump right over there.  Help yourself.’

‘How about my friends here?’ the traveler gestured to the dog and his horse.

‘Of course!  They look thirsty, too,’ said the man.

The trio went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with buckets beside it.  The traveler filled a cup and the buckets with wonderfully cool water and took a long drink, as did his horse and dog.

When they were full, he walked back to the man who was still standing by the tree;

‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler asked.

‘This is Heaven,’ he answered.

‘That’s confusing,’ the traveler said.  ‘The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.’

‘Oh, you mean the place with the glitzy, gold street and fake pearly gates?  That’s hell.’

‘Doesn’t it make you angry when they use your name like that?’

‘Not at all.  Actually, we’re happy they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind…’


How to Invite the Common Cold

How? By becoming cold. Recently I had a cold, you know, one of them. Nasty, sneeze and sniffle, sniffle and sneeze, burden on the family because of bouts of grumpiness, foggy head, just the right mixture to justify a break from writing and working.

Nothing surprising – except for the fact that it was my first in 15 years (Johanna said: “I remember exactly, because a taxi had to pick me up from the airport instead of you!”). That made me think: Why is it that statistically every adult suffers from the common cold three times yearly, children even up to six or seven times per year? What an incredible waste of quality of life, resources, general well-being and simple joy of life!

And the medical profession? What’s their take? Well, for the Common Cold they still prescribe pills etc. burdened with side-effects and long-term damage to the body. Some even commit the superblunder of prescribing antibiotics! That is equivalent to expatriating the entire garbage disposal personnel of a large city, because the mayor saw three rats crossing his path on the way to the office. Helloooo! Antibiotics kill only bacteria, but not viruses – the agent germs of a common cold.

So I thought some of you may want to learn the secret of how to escape the common cold, in some lucky cases until the rest of your days. Here it is, in as few words as possible:

  1. Influenza and Common Cold – NOT two sides of the same coin. Those two things have almost nothing in common. To have the sniffles and tell the teacher or supervisor that you stay at home because of the “flu” is like having a pimple on your arm and complaining that your arm has fallen off. Coming down with real influenza is something that stops you in your tracks, ties you to your bed, sometimes for two weeks, gives you high fever and is dangerous, sometimes even life-threatening for people with preexisting chronic conditions. The common cold on the other hand is experienced in greatly varying degrees – from pulling out a handkerchief every now and then to feeling wretched overall and not wanting to move a muscle. To prescribe stronger drugs against it let alone prescribe antibiotics is close to committing a crime. That should be labeled as what it is – medical malpractice. With dire consequences for all of us when you think about the growing number of antibiotics-resistant germs. 
  1. You never “Catch” a Common Cold. You can get sneezed into your face every day on your way to work in the subway and not “catch” it. It is not infectious in the normal sense of the word. The myth that a cold is “caused” by germs has taken hold to such a degree that you can see parents letting their kids go to school in T-shirts at chilling 45° F outside. Or you see babies in their strollers with no caps and naked feet at the same temperatures.

Approved quacks even tell parents that dress type and keeping warm cannot prevent a cold. Look around, the art of dressing adapted to the weather has been almost completely lost. Funny, but no one stops to ask just why this illness is called “Cold”. Nobody rings up the teacher telling her that the son has come down with “Germ”. In a word: To say that a cold is caused by viruses is just as intelligent as saying that electricity is caused by that “plug-in-the-wall over there”.

  1. A cold is almost always “by invitation only”. If you catch a cold it is not because you “caught” it. You have invited it. And that is the really good news: To find out exactly how you extended that invitation puts you in charge! You decide if you want to run that risk or not.

Following is a list of the most common invitations to a cold. With each of these you say in effect: Please come in and make me miserable for seven days! And each of these are in your responsibility. You can stop it.

 First Invitation: The physical cooling down of certain key areas of the body:

The soles of the feet.

The kidney area.

The chest and the area opposite your chest on the back.

The neck area.

The top of the head.

 If these areas are kept between temperate to warm at all times, you have eliminated 80 % of all cold causes. This goes especially for babies and children. On a side note: The runny nose of many children is almost always due to an allergy to dairy products.

Second Invitation: Draft. Blow gently on top of your hand now. Then wet it a little with saliva and blow again, very gently. That is an example for draft and its cooling effect. Sweat a little on your neck, sit near an open window – and then rant about a stiff neck the next day or about a cold.

Third Invitation: Weakening your immune system. Any old way will do. Examples: Too many sweets. Dairy products in general. Eating after 7 PM. Too little sleep.

Fourth Invitation: “Cold” thoughts. Feeling lonely, desperate, rejected, etc. are conducive to colds, among other things. If these feelings entrench themselves and become chronic (depression, etc.) they act as invitation to more severe ailments.

Now you are back in charge. You can invite the Common Cold now much more successfully. Or do the contrary. Good luck!

Enemy, thy name be Dandelion!

So you fell for THEM and their brainwashing machine. And learned to say NO to this abominable weed defiling your meticulously kept lawn.

Well, you are of course aware and agree to the NO which follows from it.

The NO to all the living beings profiting from dandelion’s existence.

NO to the bees who depend on them for their nourishment.

NO to their honey.

NO to their invaluable work of pollinating our plants, our crops, our very life subsistence.

You say NO to all the animals thriving on the dandelion’s existence. Most of all the earthworm, valuable for us humans beyond imagination.  No fertile soil without these magical creatures. YOU say NO to them. Imagine that!

You wholeheartedly say NO to the dandelion?

NO to its manifold medicinal qualities, which make it one of the most powerful healing herbs there are (right up there with daisies, nettles, etc.) .

NO to eating three dandelion stalks daily (no more!) which would protect your liver.

NO to the delicious healing honey, that can be homemade from its flowers.

NO to the leaves which make a delicious salad (to be had in the five star restaurants of Switzerland, even today…) with more Vitamin C, minerals and precious trace elements than any product from market or pharmacy. NO to the roots which can be turned into a powerful detox elixir.

You scream NO! to the dandelion. And the list of life-giving aspects of this plant is by no means complete.

In essence you say NO to life itself when fighting, spraying, killing a dandelion.

Bowing down to it, you can hear it whisper: “Who among you dummies dared to call me weed? It doesn’t really matter because I will to continue to provide until you wake up.”

The Tale of the Tenth Farmer

The “Tale of the Tenth Farmer” has been written one night in reply to a letter to us containing a question on the topic of ‘The State of Modern Agriculture’.  I know, it’s a little longish, but maybe you print it and read it in front of the fireplace until you fall asleep.

Once upon a time, less than a thousand miles from here, there lived a farmer who was widely known for treading his very own and distinctive path. Blessed with special abilities, the gift of farsightedness and in-depth perception, he could see all things ‘together’ as it were – summer and winter; wet fields and dry steppes; rich harvests and lean years; useful plants and pests. Behind all the opposites and contradictions he recognized the unity, the connecting force, the hidden meaning behind what was apparently meaningless. That every night had a dawn was a familiar reality to him.

His actions were imbued with a deep love for everything that was alive and grew, that breathed and ripened. ‘Nature’ was another word for him for ‘God’s gifts’. He always interpreted the words ‘Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it’ as a call for togetherness and gratefulness, not an instruction to conquer and exploit man and nature.

He was proud that he was able to live his life as a farmer, and this too he experienced as a kind of gift, an almost undeserved privilege, despite of all the hard work. His deep humility and unobtrusive friendliness in daily life bore witness to his feeling that fate had treated him favorably. He was a calm island in a troubled sea, a sea that waited anxiously whether the storm on the horizon was going to pass without harm – or not. He was at peace with himself.

He was inspired by a limitless curiosity for all things between heaven and earth, a curiosity that is innate in all of us if only we give it space to unfold. ‘A hundred years from now we’ll have enough time to sleep’, he kept saying to his family, if they looked at him yet again with wide eyes because he wanted to try out something new – a special breed, a new technique, a new application of ancient knowledge.

Some people who didn’t know him very well found him a little eerie, for he clearly could see the future in many respects. Most of all he could sense the truth behind the appearance, the real behind the facade  he could recognize the truth behind the lies and the propaganda. He himself found this ability a bit of a mystery, for it revealed itself almost always as a quiet voice in his left ear. This quiet voice interpreted for the ‘Tenth Farmer’ (as we are going to call him) directly and in simple words what the person addressing him really wanted to say. ‘My little interpreter friend’ he called this voice when talking to it.  It also made him feel that he could see the invisible threads that other people were attached to when they spread lies or when, directed by invisible clients or rulers, they gave speeches. If the respective person he was listening to was sincere then the interpreter was silent, or he murmured quietly ‘That’s really beautiful.’ Yet if the farmer had to listen to lies or irrational babbling, the voice immediately helped him to understand what he had heard. Sometimes that turned out to be very funny, because the little friend in his ear started babbling at once, for example when somebody started a sentence with ‘You are right, but…’Without fail the voice would murmur immediately, ‘He means NO.’

Many times the interpreter friend saddened the farmer, because of the fact that he was told the motives of the person he was dealing with – hidden behind the nice words. He couldn’t go to the butcher’s, who greeted him with a friendly ‘Good morning? How are you today?’ without the interpreter immediately offering help in understanding. ‘He said: Hopefully this tightwad buys a bit more today than usual…’ Sometimes the farmer wished that the friend in his ear would treat himself to a holiday. Yet the interpreter remained his fate and a loyal companion upon whom he could rely at all times.

Our short tale starts on the day when the Ten Farmers of the Big Valley gathered in the village pub, to accept the invitation of a traveling salesman to listen to his talk. Our friend, the Tenth Farmer, came too, to hear about what was new in the world. The stranger with a sleek city look introduced himself as THE SALESMAN and told them that he had come to proclaim the dawn of a blessed ‘New Era’ and to lend a helping hand to the farmers of this dreamy almost forgotten corner of the world, so that the farming community too could join in the general progress of mankind.

He stood up in front of the farmers, beside a table on which there was the only accessory that he had apparently brought with him – a jet-black shiny top hat turned up side down.

Hints of curiosity, hidden skepticism, a facade of coolness – all these feelings could be read on the faces of the farmers. Before even a word was spoken the salesman put his hand into the hat and pulled out a heavy paper bag that probably weighed forty pounds. With a practiced sweep he ripped it open, scooped up a handful of small, bluish, glittering, strong smelling, grains, looked triumphantly at the farmers and hummed in a gentle baritone, pregnant with meaning, ‘Gentlemen, we have found the final solution for all your problems…artificial fertilizer!

In this moment the interpreter friend raised his voice in the head of the tenth farmer and murmured insistently, ‘He means: I have found the final solution for my own problems and those of my masters. Fast food for your plants.’

 Nine farmers listened motionlessly, the tenth farmer leaned his head slightly to one side. After a precisely monitored artificial break the salesman continued, ‘A magic potion, the elixir of the new epoch – it doubles the speed of the growing time of your crops, it doubles the size of your crops but does not double your profit, no, it triples it! Yes, with it you can now bring in the harvest twice a year! O yes, it has its price but with these golden prospects you won’t begrudge the few pieces of silver. And on top of that we will solve the problem of hunger in the world with it.’

The interpreter got in touch immediately and whispered into the farmer’s ear what the salesman had said in truth, ‘We have manufactured it, now we want to sell it. And preferably more and more every year. We are not interested in anything else.’

 Nine farmers whispered among themselves, got shiny eyes and rubbed their hands. The tenth farmer however got up and asked to speak. With a calm and firm voice he said, ‘Nature loves us and cares about us, as we are all able to experience every day. Force-feeding and overfeeding of the plants, as you are suggesting here, will lead to inevitable consequences. Nature, in her wisdom, will recognize these over-sized, weak and lifeless fruits as an artificial product, as diseased and disease inducing. She will, in her wisdom and generosity, stand up immediately and defend herself in our name. She will take exact and balanced countermeasures and respond with many plants and small animals. What we call ‘weeds’ and ‘pests’ are meant to counteract your actions and ensure a healthy balance of the soil and in our body and destroy such fruits. Why start a war against nature when we already know the consequences?’

The nine farmers fidgeted uncomfortably on their chairs, embarrassed by the blunt talk of the tenth farmer. The salesman however put on a gentle smile and said, ‘Don’t worry, Sir, we have been aware of that for a long time, we’ve prepared for that.’ Once more he reached deeply into the top hat and pulled out several tins, packets and sprays, their labels displaying few words in bold print but a lot of small print, and on each one of them a skull.

‘With this you’ll destroy in no time any pests and weeds that want to rob you of the fruits of your efforts and investments. Economical to use, cost effective to purchase.’

The interpreter didn’t hesitate for a minute, ‘We create a problem, we make a profit from the problem, we search for a solution, we make a profit from the search for the solution, we fight the symptom, we make a profit from fighting the symptom, we create new problems, we make a profit from the solution of the new problems. A lot of money, a lot of profit!’

 Nine farmers murmured appreciative words faced with this wisdom and foresight, but the tenth farmer said, ‘Agricultural crops grown in that way lack any inner life that the human being needs. Everything is lacking, these crops are not only not food, in the long run they are poison.’ The salesman was obviously well prepared and had only been waiting for these words. He reached into the top hat and pulled out a handful of colorful little tins and boxes. ‘But no problem! The same excellent companies that supply you with the fertilizers and pesticides have done decades of brilliant research work. They have designed wonderful food supplements that counterbalance any deficiencies. And from this a beautiful new order is created. You can keep your prices low, stay competitive and on top of that create some jobs in the chemical industry. That will let you sleep without feeling guilty, won’t it?’

The interpreter went to work and reported the true words of the salesman and his clients, ‘For decades we did brilliant research work and designed food supplements to counterbalance the deficiencies that we created ourselves. Supplements that recreate what we destroyed. Except that they will never recreate it completely, ongoing deficiencies are thus built-in. We know exactly how deficiencies are turned into gold. Our gold, your anesthetic.

 Nine farmers nodded in agreement – and showed some indignation when the tenth farmer addressed them again and asked them to think again. ‘All these pesticides collect in the crops, in the earth, the water, the air, in the animals, in the body of the human being and make us ill. The body is not able to recognize the food supplements, apart from a few exceptions, so the deficiencies remain and make the body fat and addicted in its constant struggle to distil the life substance from the empty fruits.’ The salesman nodded with understanding and pulled a giant sack of colorful boxes of medicines from the top hat and said in a patronizing tone, ‘This is all known and understood, we are prepared for it, Sir. The companies that bring you fertilizers, pesticides and food supplements have not been lazy. They did not spare any trouble or cost and found out through years of expensive research how to deal with all the little aches and pains and the allergies and excess weight. As you can see, we thought of everything.’ His face exuded the joy that somebody experiences who does good work, who blossoms with it and is certain that he benefits mankind.

According to the interpreter these were the true words of the salesman, ‘We make a profit from the destruction, we make a profit from the rebuilding, but we only rebuild partially, so that we are then able to make a profit from the constant repairs. Fighting the symptom is the magic answer.’

 The nine farmers felt this inner power and were satisfied. The tenth farmer said in a quiet but firm voice, ‘Your medicines only cure the symptoms of the disease, nobody gets well with them, and on top of that the side effects are killing us. Why have expensive cures when it is so easy to avoid disease?’

The salesman’s hand had already disappeared into the top hat before the tenth farmer could finish his sentence. ‘Here are the new medicines that keep all the side effects of the old medicines in check and wipe them out – in some cases before they even appear!’ he shouted triumphantly to the assembled group.

The interpreter did not tire to proclaim the true words of the salesman, ‘We make a profit from the destruction, we make a profit from the rebuilding, but we only rebuild partially, so that we are then able to make a profit from the constant repairs.’

Before the tenth farmer could take a breath the salesman reached once more into the top hat and brought out a most delightful small wooden model, painted colorfully and handcrafted with great skill. On the left side it showed a wonderfully diverse landscape of smallholdings, as it once graced our country, and on the right side it showed the land that the salesman had to offer – a before and after model so-to-speak. The before-side was adorned with winding glittering streams, beaming with crabs and fish, edged with trees and shrubs, a joyful quilt of multicolored fields with little forests, clearings, heaps of stones, and hedges etc. A small paradise. The other, the modern, progressive after-side, however, only contained a few big areas, perfectly straight concreted watercourses, asphalt paths, right angles, huge tractors whose weight deeply ploughed into and hurt the field and forest soils; monotony as far as the eye could see.

‘THAT is the wonderful future! Huge areas for fast and easy working, space for large machinery, much higher yields. And by the way, you can recycle your moon calendars. You no longer have to pay attention to the rhythms of nature or the moon, in a few years these will end up in the realm of the old-fashioned and superstitious.’

The interpreter started work immediately and showed the salesman in his true light, ‘We make a profit from the destruction; we make a profit from the rebuilding. The knowledge of the moon rhythms is old hat! The chemical and the agricultural industries can afford to ignore their influence. Because provisions are made for all kinds of damages. This system is fool proof. We make a profit from success; we make a profit from failure.’

And once more he reached into the top hat and pulled out governmental aid grants worth billions and numerous scientific papers that laid out in detail and “proved” the value and thinking behind these operations and changes, like the reparcelling of the agricultural land, redirecting of rivers, and deforesting – without giving anybody a chance to voice doubts, and in a scientific jargon for which unfortunately at that time no interpreter could be found.

Nine farmers sat there with shining eyes – and got angry when the tenth farmer got up to speak again, ‘And what about the unavoidable soil erosion and destruction, the over-acidification that turns fertile land into a desert, and the inevitable floods, the high costs of machinery maintenance, the disaster avoidance and damage reparations, let alone the destruction of the habitats of animals?’

‘No problem,’ the salesman said unflustered, ‘science of course worked hard to be in control of all these things too.’

The interpreter, ‘We create the problem and make a profit from it, we work out a solution and make a profit from it, we delay a true solution as long as possible and make a profit from it.’


Once again he reached into the top hat and pulled out governmental grant promises worth billions and numerous scientific papers that proved the reasoning behind the restoration of the natural beds of the rivers and streams and the removal of the parceling up of the agricultural land, again without letting doubts being voiced and in words that none of the farmers understood.

Additionally the salesman distributed forms for special loan applications that were about half a percent below the one generally available at the time.

The tenth farmer said in a firm voice, ‘If we farm like that we will also destroy the ground water! Where shall clean water come from?’

The salesman laughed out, ‘You don’t really believe that we haven’t found a solution for that, do you? It is simply ingenious and ingeniously simple. After intensive research and study of our statistics we simply raised the limits for toxins in the water. Because we found out that only a few people, especially sensitive people, mostly children, reacted to the minimally contaminated water. Yes, and then there is one more possibility,’ and he pulled out of the top hat a very heavy and complicated device designed for purifying water that could turn any water, after using a lot of energy, into a lifeless and sterile liquid.


The interpreter recited in a by now almost bored voice the true words of the salesman, ‘We create the problem and make a profit from it, we work on the solution and make a profit from it, we delay a true solution as long as possible, and make a profit from it. Nobody needs to know that sterile water is lifeless water.’


The tenth farmer said, ‘This farming method will result in the development of dangerous and resistant bacteria, immune to all pesticides and antibiotics.’

The salesman nodded forbearingly and said magnanimously, ‘I thank you for this objection, but that really is no problem! For this case our genetic researchers have developed wholly new cultivated plants that certainly won’t get any disease, as all research and trial crops have shown. And we guarantee you that you can purchase their seeds from us anew every year.’

The interpreter showed no mercy and said truthfully what the salesman kept silent about, ‘We create a huge problem and make a vast profit from it, we work for decades on the solution and make a vast profit from it, we delay a true solution as long as possible, and make an outrageous profit from it. And the most beautiful: Some damages are irreversible.  It is only THESE that are the basis for continuous profit.’


The tenth farmer, ‘In thirty years at best will it be possible to see the effects of these plants on the environment, the human beings and animals. Nearly all of these plants have been proven to be damaging also for beneficial insects. The bees are already leaving us. Why then take such a risk today?’

The salesman waved him aside, ‘But where is your pioneer spirit that you are known for? No progress without risk. If it works, then the profit is many times higher than using conventional methods, isn’t it?’

The interpreter made short work of the salesman’s words and clarified them, ‘Appeal to their pride and the till keeps ringing.’


The tenth farmer interrupted, ‘It should be left to the individual whether he wants to volunteer as a guinea pig for this experiment.’ The salesman, ‘For heaven’s sake, where is your knowledge of human nature? If that were the case nobody would take part! No, sometimes you have to force people to do what’s best for them. A big advantage by the way is consistent quality!’

       The interpreter repeated the deeper meaning behind the words of the    salesman, ‘Appeal to their pride and the till keeps ringing.’


The tenth farmer remained unflustered, ‘We no longer are able to grow our own seeds as we have done for thousands of years but are forced to buy the hybrid plants again and again.’ The salesman did not turn a hair, ‘That is no problem, dear Sir; the disadvantage is your advantage! First of all you will always get the latest model of our gene factory, we give you this guarantee. Secondly we have of course spoken to our close friends in the banks, who offer favorable loans for temporary emergencies. Your co-operatives and unions are also lined up to support you, that’s what they are there for, aren’t they?’

The interpreter repeated, ‘Appeal to their need for security and the till keeps ringing.’


The tenth farmer, ‘These sterile, unproductive plants are not true foods, because they are infertile, their inner life force has been destroyed. They weaken the human being.’ The salesman shouted, ‘Good thought but not thought through! Thank God we have left the Middle Ages behind and unbiased scientists have revealed this to be baseless.’

The interpreter clarified what the salesman may not have said but meant, ‘For such objections we have our scientists, paid by us, who will without doubt declare this to be superstition, as ordered by us. It’s true that everybody experiences for himself that these studies do not portray the reality, yet what every layman can see and feel doesn’t count in science – and that suits us, not only in this case.’


Without waiting for an answer he reached again into the top hat, ‘And here is the Holy Grail for the brave animal breeders amongst you! No more toil growing your own animal feed – instead concentrated feed, clean silo feed, hen-batteries and power stables.’ Like small little building blocks samples of tiny stable-models tumbled over the table and had the nine farmers amazed and murmuring appreciatively.

The interpreter clarified the words behind the scenes, ‘The salesman means that you should buy this stuff, and thus you’ll have fallen into their trap! For this feed makes the animals sick, it weakens them and on top of that it makes them addicted to his products!’


The tenth farmer did not give up, ‘What effect will that have on the quality of our products, when we work like that? The animals will then have to be tranquilized and treated with a lot of medicines. Who then can still accept responsibility that his meat and milk will be safe? Who pays the doctors’ fees of the consumers? What about the animals and their welfare? These are sentient and intelligent beings! Livestock farming methods which are appropriate for each species are not a luxury but a necessity, if we want to farm humanely.’

The salesman stayed calm. ‘I’ve told you already that we’ve developed excellent medicines against all those complaints. The problem is illusory. You can trust in science unconditionally.’

The interpreter was immediately present and repeated the true thoughts of the salesman’s employer, ‘None of that is worth thinking about compared to the enormous profits and advantages! After all nobody knows that the paralyzing tiredness that befalls people after consuming such non-foods comes from these products. There are plenty of remedies – from the ever-present coffee to various freely available drugs. All of them a marvelous staple creating ongoing profits for the same companies that bring you all these blessings.’


The tenth farmer sighed and said in a quiet voice, ‘I can assure you that none of us will be able to sleep soundly any longer if we are made to become a small cog in this devilish machine! I certainly couldn’t look myself in the mirror in the morning.’

The salesman even had an answer to this and brought forth from the top hat a big pile of glossy brochures and medical insurance advertisements that he handed to the farmers to look at. ‘We have known all that for a long time! And we have made provisions. Here you are, to cheer you up. Too much pessimism is unhealthy after all! It gives you wrinkles!’ And he laughed cheerfully and encouragingly.

The interpreter took an audible breath and started again to explain the words of the salesman, ‘We have made good provisions. Our advertising agencies around the world persuade the consumer, day after day, that sugar is healthy, that your meat is healthy, that white flour and milk powder are healthy, that fertilizers and pesticides are harmless, that gene technology and cloning are great ideas. Although there have been proofs for the opposite for a long time now. And as there are hardly any scientists left who aren’t paid by us, the number of research projects that find out the truth will be very limited and hardly find distribution. And should they succeed after all, they will be labeled annoying and out-dated. You will have to look hard in this climate of extensive and intensive information politics to find somebody who is not impressed by it! Yes, and concerning your pangs of conscience, we have the EU, the farmers’ unions and the medical insurers on our side. Not only do they pay for the physical damages resulting from the use of the pesticides and the consumption of your own products, they also pay for gentle persuasion, to help you take your mind off these things.’


The nine farmers were satisfied, but the tenth took a deep breath, ‘That’s unconditional dependence that you want us to submit to, darkest slavery.

Dependence on the banks, on the politicians, who have never even visited a farm, on scientists, on the pharmaceutical industry, on governmental grants, on the producers of seeds, on mechanical engineering companies, on subsidies, on pension payments, on medical insurers, on veterinary surgeons, on psychotherapists who have to calm our conscience. Nobody will any longer be his own master.’

The salesman lowered his gaze. ‘Why do you paint everything black? We see security and progress. I see integration, globalization and joyful togetherness for the benefit of everyone. Everybody will be looking after you and care for your well-being. After all you are looking after our daily bread in return, and to top it all you will secure numerous jobs!’

The interpreter spoke for a last time to bring to light the salesman’s hidden intentions. ‘Yes, okay, you are right. But who cares? Apart from that we need sugar, white flour and milk powder in order to send the worthless stuff to the developing countries and cement their physical and spiritual dependence. Otherwise everything would be much more expensive in our countries!’


The salesman spoke the last sentence movingly with a little tremor in his voice, so that the nine farmers felt very flattered. For it was they who would keep alive this wonderful cycle, this system of producing constipating-bloating- filling food, money and jobs. They felt proud.

After the salesman composed himself once more, he reached into the top hat for a last time and pulled out a small flute. He started to play it quietly – and following the melody and rhythm of an ancient song the farmers stood up one by one and followed the salesman. They had “decided voluntarily” to follow him, every one of them according to his own special motive.

One liked the idea to be finally able to be seen as “progressive” and not only as an “ignorant farmer”.

The second one was moved by greed for money and possessions und subsidies, for he had heard that you could even get paid for doing nothing and leaving your fields lie fallow.

The third farmer didn’t want to confess that he hardly understood any of the salesman’s gibberish. He joined in because the majority was always right.

The fourth farmer had to feed a big family. He was motivated by the fear that his farm might founder and the word “dependence” sounded in his ears more like a promise than a threat.

The fifth farmer had wanted to prove to the entire world, most of all to his parents, that he was “good for something”. Self doubt brought him into the arms of the salesman.

The sixth farmer trusted blindly in any form of “scientific knowledge” and had already given up as a child to listen to the inner voice that could save us all.

The seventh farmer let himself be impressed by the authoritarian self-confident manner of the salesman. Whoever had the courage to put on this show couldn’t be wrong.

The eighth farmer followed the salesman, because he worried that he would be left standing alone, and the questions of the tenth farmer seemed to him too cheeky and lacking respect that he could imagine to choose someone like him as a travel companion.

The ninth farmer followed the salesman because the sound of the flute enchanted him completely. He thought to himself, ‘How very beautiful. Anybody making music like that is worthy of my trust, for only a good soul expresses itself through music.’

The tenth farmer stayed on his chair and watched pensively as the other nine famers and the salesman left. Then he got up and returned to his farm, and continued to practice his golden craft according to natural methods. Growing fruits and vegetables that carried all the power of healthy earth within themselves. True food for life, keeping the human beings healthy and making them healthy. Supported by the positive thoughts of the people who valued his work – the ten families in the valley who had decided to get their supplies solely from him. ‘And if the world would end tomorrow, I would still plant a tree today.’

Dear Reader, do you want to help the tenth farmer? Nothing, absolutely nothing, is easier than that. For with every decision in daily life what to serve on your plates at home you either help the tenth farmer and make sure that there will be farmers like him around in future. Or you decide upon another future, the harbingers of which we read about every day in the newspapers. And since a long time we have had to experience ourselves. This is how the alternatives look. It’s up to you.

(Wind)Fall Foliage


Imagine a magical car that produces its own fuel for running long distances smoothly and even for repairing itself when necessary. Its owner needs nothing to do to keep it healthy and thriving and elegantly speeding along. A beautiful sight to behold! A trusty vehicle in all seasons.


What would you think of the owner of such a great car, when he constantly drains the self-produced fuel away and has it removed from his grounds, spending a bundle for the action?

The free fuel is then burned somewhere or blended and spoiled with other materials, poisonous stuff, effectively converting the high-power racecar fuel into some kind of low quality ship’s diesel.

This product then is bought back by the car owner at a price; he then proceeds to drive his car with this inadequate fuel. Result: The car’s engine doesn’t whine and complain much but after a while its performance deteriorates.

It is dying a very slow death. So slow that its owner can delude himself into believing that he is doing the right thing.

What do you think about such a car owner?


Well, if we cart away the fallen leaves of our trees in autumn, we are such a driver. We weaken the trees to the point of dying a slow death. We rob them of the most natural nutrition there is, of the most natural protection and soil renewal. And we rob ourselves of the best soil there is. Beautiful, fragrant, fertile soil, into which the leaves would have turned in a very short time.

And let’s not forget the leaf blowers with their sound and air pollution. We rob ourselves of healthy air and valuable mineral oil and of the level of health we would attain when doing that easy exercise of raking. And let us not forget the tax hikes because the carting away by the communities costs millions and millions. We pay for the removing, we pay for the return, we pay left and right.


And all this in the name of an artificial daydream of a so-called “beauty” or “curb-appeal”? Friends and neighbors, it is a very small step towards real beauty and common-sense. As in so many similar cases it is not a question of a huge effort towards the Right and Beautiful and Human

It is a question of NOT doing something, of letting go. Is a well sprayed, poisoned, fertilized and manicured lawn “beautiful”? A lawn on which children are not allowed to play?

Or is a meadow beautiful, on which all the herbs grow we need to stay and become healthy? And on which children can be children.


At all times much of the concept of beauty is an acquired taste. Behind the smokescreen of the commercials lies real beauty.

So: We cart away and pay. We get it back in much lower quality – and pay. Sounds familiar? We are doing the same with our food. The solution? Simply stop doing it.


Care for a recipe of our ancestors, practiced for millennia? Do the raking and mulching of your leaves during waning moon (between full and new moon). You can watch the mulch vanish in the earth in no time. Waxing moon slows the composting process.

Rake a part of the leaves around the trees to form a disk the size of its crown. Mow the rest of your meadow-to-be lawn with all the rest of the leaves in it. During waning moon. Have fun with the result.