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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. 

Get up and …

All people are born with a natural delight in movement. Music is in everybody’s blood. Whether the present moment finds you slender, strong, in the prime of life, athletic and a gifted dancer, or a pear-shaped clumsy bear, or a stiff framework of skin and bone – living or rediscovering this inborn joy is a solid foundation for staying healthy through your own efforts. The reason for this is in thousands of books; but a single sentence would suffice to explain it: What does not move falls into decay.

There are numerous influences from childhood onwards that mar the happiness of this activity, so essential for life, and literally close down parts of our body – from signs that say “No ball games” and constant admonitions to “Sit quietly!”, to the school desk, to the office chair and the compulsion to achieve. To be sure the greatest obstacles later in life are thoughts such as: “I can’t do it; I won’t make it; I’m no athlete; what if someone sees me like this!” – all of which start out from the conviction that movement, dance or sporting performance must always satisfy certain standards or external forms and alien requirements. Why is that there are so many books on physical training, all of them utterly useless and uninspiring?

 This is because the real meaning of movement does not consist in doing something ‘correctly’. So many teachers and therapists in this field convey the message, consciously or more often unconsciously, that with movement some sort of measurable goal has to be reached. “Bring your head between your knees; lift your arm above your head; keep your legs straight; no that’s not right; oh well, you’ll get it right in time…” – that, more or less, is the way the nonsense goes, making us forget what healthy movement and above all physical exercises for the sick are really about.

The sole aim of movement should be joy and flowing energy. If your arms can only move so far and no further – well and good! If you can only run so far, bend over so far, jump so far, dance for so long – that’s excellent! You should never take another person, let alone a sport or PE instructor or a book, as a model for what you wish to, or even have to attain. And if anyone smiles at your ‘style’ then that means only one thing: pride goes before a fall.

Once again the only criterion for the success of your intention is your personal instinct. When you sense how even with the slightest movements a force is gradually beginning to flow, just feel this force. Straighten and stretch yourself for a minute (maybe right now!), just as you might in the morning after getting out of bed, and feel what is happening. Feel how the force is flowing and what pleasure that brings and how the pleasure and energy from the smallest movement and stretching spreads out over the whole body. And then only remember the joy and force – not how far, how high, how fast. Whether this joy then spurs you on to some kind of sport – to gymnastics, dancing, chopping wood, or aikido – is completely unimportant. It is not the method that makes the force flow, but your instinct and self-confidence. You should always bear this in mind.

What counts in sport and movement is never the external form. You should never overstep your limits and above all never overstep the ‘pain threshold’. Each morning stretch what can be stretched, but stop short of ‘breaking point’ , whatever that may be. And never compare yourself with anyone in the world. You are unique from the word go.

Every day doctors express thousands of admonitions that we should move more, do more sport – physical training, swimming, table tennis, hiking, running. We don’t want to repeat them, because admonitions and proofs are worthless. The only thing that helps is understanding. One old and valid rule of health runs as follows:

Once a day work up a sweat.

Once a day feel really hungry.

Once a day get really tired.

Unnecessary maybe, but certainly of interest to the ‘proof-hungry’ or simply as an anecdote: the above rule recently received confirmation in a comprehensive study of more than 5000 people in the USA, who had reached their hundredth birthday in good health. The researchers had originally made it their aim to track down the secret of these people’s longevity. What common factors could be observed? Did it depend on diet, lifestyle, attitude to life, abstinence, mega-garlic-ginseng, mysterious herbal elixirs? The result astonished the scientists: apart from one thing there was no common factor! Some of them smoked like chimneys, some drank half a litre of red wine every day; some were vegetarians, others got up at one in the morning to polish off a mighty chunk of bacon; some had fifteen children and seventy grandchildren, others lived like monks – and so it went on. In other words there was absolutely nothing that pointed to a universally valid recipe for health and long life. There was just this one exception: all of those questioned stated that they worked up a good sweat every day – by running, chopping wood, dancing, lovemaking, or whatever.

Movement makes energy start to flow. Flowing energy loosens blockages in the body, head and heart. Loosened blockages release joy and strength. Released joy helps us to stay healthy or get healthy – throughout body, mind and soul. Stiffening is the basis of death, movement the basis of life.


The Art of Staircase Climbing

Question: How do you explain the fact that elderly mountain farmers climb up steep hillsides effortlessly every day without experiencing knee problems, or that Sherpas carry heavy loads to base camps without any prior physical training? Why do so many young people have knee problems and lack endurance?

Little by little we will provide answers to these and other questions. Today, however, we would like to disclose a secret that, at first glance, seems hardly to be headline material. Still, you will understand its significance immediately. In the long term it will have a positive effect on your daily life. The secret that mountain farmers and Sherpas know, next to healthy living, is the correct way of climbing!

Whether it is mountains or stairs, over the years we observed just how little is known about this technique. Even in mountain regions today, the “art of climbing” is frequently unknown among young people. When we are young, there are no serious consequences. Our body is strong and can tolerate bad posture and unnatural moves. Only in the evening we may notice that we have overexerted ourselves. Discs, muscles, tendons, bones and cartilage may have been overtaxed, but the true long-term effect is often not felt until our thirtieth birthday has passed. By then, the old habits are so ingrained that correct climbing must be learned anew.

Let’s put it in a different way: If you were to know how to climb correctly, you could climb the endless stairs to the top of the Eiffel Tower without aching knees, without breaking into a sweat, and with no risk of a heart attack. And you could do that at any age. That is a promise. We could, of course, better show you this miracle technique with photos or in a video, but let’s try it here anyway. Its most important element is a “mental trick”, a feeling that you should take a look at.

Let’s start with an exercise in sensing. We are asking for your personal body awareness. Stand totally relaxed – knees slightly bent. Keep your body from your hips up balanced and straight in such a way that you do not need to tense any muscles above your hips in order to remain upright. Slightly move your upper body back and forth in order to find this center. You found it? Wonderful!

Keep reminding yourself that you never need to leave this center, whether you are climbing steep or shallow steps, gently sloping roads or steep terrain. If you climb without this technique, you can still do it, but you will need strength and lots of it!

So you are now focusing on the center. Combine the feeling of the center with the movement of climbing. Here, too, you need to learn only a feeling. It does not require a special performance or physical effort. This is how it is best done:

You are standing at the bottom of a staircase. You are standing straight and centered. Raise the leg with which you would normally begin climbing stairs and put it on the first step. Remain upright and relaxed. Do not bend forward, not even slightly. Remain centered and balanced – mentally and physically. And here is the “trick” that for centuries has allowed mountain dwellers, young and old, to climb the highest heights. Instruct the leg that is resting on the first step and therefore slightly bent to “straighten slowly”. Don’t tell it “lift me” – only tell it “straighten”.

Now, straighten the leg and remain centered. You have already conquered the first step. Put the other leg on the next step and repeat the thought “straighten slowly”. The second step is reached. You are essentially using natural hydraulics to steer your knee joint. Please continue slowly until you feel “I am centered and my legs must only straighten in order to lift me.”

There is no effort involved, no exertion, no burden, no groaning. Simply put, it is not difficult for your leg to straighten from a slightly bent position to lift your weight, even if it is a lot of weight. Meanwhile, your other leg can relax, since it must only lift its own weight to the next step.

Practice this for a little while – straighten your slightly bent legs. Your upper body need not do anything other than to feel balanced (and keep the balance) and to pick the spot for the next step or to enjoy the view. Practice and enjoy what you are experiencing. For many people this is an eye opener.

Experiment also to see what happens when you don’t tell your leg to straighten. Instead tell it to lift your entire body. Feel the difference that these two thoughts bring about, even though your leg    appears to be doing the same thing. It is important that you never take two steps at once even if you can do so effortlessly. We tend to do this when we are young, often as a sign of exuberance and strength. However, this creates unnecessary stress on muscles and tendons, and is a waste of energy. In the long run, this practice leads to overexertion.

Some time ago a 92-year old participant in Johanna’s wellness week mentioned that he had been feeling great since he started following our recommendation not to eat animal protein. The only problem he had was climbing the stairs in the hotel, since there was no elevator. Johanna showed him how to climb properly. He was so excited that he was not out of breath that he climbed the stairs of the four-story hotel twice – from cellar to attic.

Some things are so simple that they are very difficult to grasp. We think too much and observe to little. Once correct climbing has become second nature to you (and your body will see to that), then you most likely will take a closer look when you see in old movies how a Sherpa or a true mountain farmer moves and works.