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Sonntag, 20.04.2025

20 APRIL 2025 switch-fürimmerpunk!
 
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* SONGS:
* WIND-LUXURY
* THE GUYS WHO CAME UP FROM DOWNSTAIRS - GROWTH
* GREENBURG, GLICKSTEIN,CHARLES,DAVID SMITH & JONES - THE CRYAN´SHAMES
 
* BACKGROUND:
* schamanische musik um das herz zu öffnen und unterdrückte emotionen loszulassen - frecuencias del ser
* heilmethoden walzer, op.19 - josef strauss
* TAKE A LISTEN TO WHAT A SOLAR STORM SOUNDS LIKE - LABORATORY EQUIPMENT*
* schallplattensound*
* lachyoga übung: das männer lachen - christof arnold köln
 
* aussteigen!
einsteigen!
umsteigen!
 
* debording!
boarding!
to change!
 
* inmek!
binmek
aktarma!
 
hey du!
sprich mir nach!
 
* NICHTS IST STÄRKER ALS ICH !
hey you, repeat me!
 
* NOTHING IS STRONGER THAN I !
 
hey sen, tekrarla beni!
* BENDEN KUVETLISI YOK !
 
 
merk dir das!
keep that in mind!
hatirla bunu!
 
DANKESCHÖN SILKE SCHÄFER!!
 
* ach ja- auch noch eventuell!!
* ach ja- auch noch eventuell!
 
* oh ya- also possibly!!
* oh ya- also possibly!
 
* ah evet- ayrica muhtemelen!!
* ah evet- ayrica muhtemelen!!
 
 
* was meinste wohl, welche magie da drinne is??- wenn du
mal zu deiner gießkanne hüpfst? zu deinem autole? zur bushaltestelle oder zur s-bahn von daheim? so, wie früher, als du klein warst!
du wirst staunen!
 
 
* what kind of magic do you think is in there?? - when you
hop around once to your watering can? to your car? or to the bus stop or the subway from home? like you used to when you were little!
you will marveled!
 
 
* sence icinde ne sihir var?? sen
sulama kabına bi kosup atlarsan bi? Arabana atlarsan? evden ciktiyinda ya da otobüs durağına veya metroya kosup atlarsan? küçükken yaptığın gibi!
sasiracaksin sen!
 
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einheitliches ortsbild! oder
 
sie sagen "spring", du sagst "wie hoch?"
 
 
* auf swr4 im radio kam vor kurzem ein bericht, über das land, dort wurde beschlossen, gernsbach in baden württemberg: das ab da und da die gartenzäune nur noch max 1.50 m hoch sein dürfen.
 
hier ein paar aussagen: person 1: er wohnt am waldrand, mit einer niederen gereihten baumkette- und dort, würde er mit vielen fußgängern, die in den wald laufen, ins gespräch kommen. das sei sehr schön. wir suchen ja ständig nach verbindung.. er findet das prima
 
person 2 findet das total schlimm-angriff an seine lebensqualität- einbrecher haben es total einfach-
 
person 3 nach 45 jahren schock- wie ein präsentierteller- ich verkaufe und zieh weg-
 
person 4 schüttelt mit dem kopf und sagt:" in einem land, wo es überall an personal mangelt, machen sie sich darüber gedanken, wie hoch die gartenzäune sein sollen. ECHT JETZ? ich glaub ich spinne! was für eine verschwendung!
 
person 5 "erst wird es in einem kleinen ort getestet, wie sich die bürger dort verhalten. und je nach dem können sie sehen, wie WEIT sie gehen können. mit was sie rechnen können. erst im kleinen..dann im großen. viele leute merken es nicht einmal mehr, wie auffällig unauffällig manipuliert sie werden."
 
viele städtische einrichtungen haben jedoch mehr als 1.50m hmm.
so so ja ja
 
* mit einem tod, wieviele leute sterben?
 
vertraue weiterhin deinem sichersten nachrichtensprecher-deinem bauchgefühl* BITTE!
 
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unitary townscape! or
they say: "jump", you say:" how high?"
 
* SWR4- local radiostation, recently broadcast a report about Gernsbach in Baden-Württemberg, where it was decided that from this point on, garden fences could only be a maximum of 1.50 meters high.
 
Here are a few statements: Person 1: He lives on the edge of the forest, with a low row of trees, and there he would get into conversation with many pedestrians who walk into the forest. "It's very nice. We're constantly looking for connections, i think that's great!"
 
Person 2 thinks it's really bad - an attack on his quality of life - burglars have it so easy -
 
Person 3, after 45 years, shock shock shock - it´s like a platter - I'm selling and moving away -
 
Person 4 shakes his head and says: "In a country where there's a shortage of staff everywhere, they're thinking about how high the garden fences should be. REALLY NOW? I think I'm crazy! What a waste!"
 
Person 5 "First, it's tested in a small town to see how the citizens there behave. And depending on that, they can see how FAR they can go. What they can expect. First on a small scale... then on a large scale. Many people don't even notice how conspicuously inconspicuously they're being manipulated."
 
Many municipal facilities, however, have more than 1.50m still
hmm.
oh, so, yes, yes
 
* with one death, how many people die? nergiz
 
trust further in your most secure newsreader, into your gut feeling* - PLEASE!*
 
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* bir ölümile kac kisi ölür? nergiz
 
en iyi haber sunucuya dinlemeyi devam et, icindeki his ine* LÃœTFEN*
 
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THE FISHERMAN AND HIS CATCH
OR A BLIND DATE WITH MYSELF I DIDN´T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT
 
5 persons
 
1 the fisherman
2 sibel, (myself)
3 bender, pal
4 mademoiselle dominique/ guest
5 her mother
 
on a saturday in summer 2018 - a new evening of my life begins in Data77112- (the music.cafe.bar.)
 
the light, warm summerwind waves through the inconspicuous tiny schoolalley 15 in heilbronx. short behind the harmony, a venue building 500 meters aside the pub direction east, there´s the sea- this knows at least my fantasy!
 
the 4 selfmade massive woodtables, with stolen flowers from the meadow, stay upon them with the stools, we put out already in the afternoon, after finishing the trackdisposals cleaning actions from last night- to put them out on the alley, requieres much power-for me- and there are some men simply much stronger at it-
 
mostly however there is always a guest or so there, waiting for opening, which helps me with that- but it looks so nice then in the alley and so someone could have a seat there, even it is yet closed.
 
so i drive with my bike there and see a cute fairy sitting there already, with a book in her hands- the eveningsun shone her inclines in her face and she greet me smiling, a long time went by, i see her- cause she moved away from this city, and is guest and has here a date with her lovely mum..
 
that´s so the beauty in it, cause so many peoples appreciate and love this crazy oasis and come always very fain to data, for visiting, too.
my heart is very happy.
 
also, Bender is already there—Bender is such a great and relaxed guy! i met and fell in love with him in the store. he's a homie of Dominic's (my business partner).
you can imagine him as a great, pretty funny, but sometimes a bit grumpy, pirate chieftain with a heart of gold, bright blue eyes, a pirate beard, and always a big grin on his face <3
 
he works as a foreman and then disappears to india for a few months every year, where he probably lets his mind wander and his body recover from the tough, backbreaking job.
 
that's rare, but if he ever gets angry, it's better to disappear into thin air! he's very strong! and i am surprised to see him here so early. so i turn on the record player and enjoy life and the evening, and right at 7:09 p.m., the cross-eyed, already slightly tipsy fisherman comes into the pub.
 
my stomach tightens itself already, as i see him walking here- but i stay cool and speak into myself
 
SIBEL:" ok- taylan, (my surname,so i call myself sometimes) the next challenge is here now on the way!
breath deeply and remain easy, calm and neutral for now, as is your nature!
you've learned a lot in the last few months...
 
at least i try it, as good as i can in this moment-
full in the zen-ter of my being - and
with a smile
 
for the last time, dominic probably kicked him out roughly,because he had obviously already drunk too much and was insulting the guests and girls and doing things that an unhappy drunk does...
 
but we also have a responsibility to the guest and his well-being.
or even the way home, i´m almost inclined to say.
 
therefore they get nothing but water/springwater- or a coke- or we care about a taxi- that happens there and then- and then
they go just again-
data77112 is a good place of landing stop over or for a start - into whatever--
 
2008 ive met the fisherman- often he was not there-
in all of the 8 years maybe 5 times.but not sober each time - and i was always very happy when he left.
 
so, he told, he is a fisherman-
his aura was/is always so "heavy" and dark somehow and it requieres a mass of energy, to balance her, to take her. he told a lot how many huge fishes he already catched and gutted them :/
and was a bit proud of it. through his thick horn-rimmed glasses you couldnt see his eyes not that really-
maybe he is around the early 50´s maybe.
 
(on the entrance door it says painted, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL)
 
he comes in and throws himself at the bar, even his hands claw over the counter- like a little child maybe..
 
fisherman: (hopeful, fast, assertive) " give me one beer and i´m gone again!"
 
sibel:( optimistic, „cool“, neutral):" oh, hello fisherman! long time no see. ive no idea, what is now the last stand, domininc isnt here- otherwise it would work maybe different."
 
shortly i breath in deeply with closed eyes before i start speaking, something in me screams: dont leave him here!! and something in me screams)
 
sibel:" so, thats also unrepeatable now! oke! so deal: ONE beer,but youll drink it outside and youll stay peacefull- ok?!"
 
and place the gaildorfer beer on the bar. the fisherman grins- so- that i almost regret it, done this way- "evil grin! not grateful"
 
i want to give him/or me?! a last third chance -
 
sibel: behind the counter( kind, upright) : "that makes 3,50 euro please!"
 
i give him a glass of spring water beside his beer now,too
 
fisherman: leans at the bar stool (he looks at me condescendingly) : what, that too?"
 
the fisherman eternally takes time (surely a minute) and rummage,a bit lalala, out of his pants pockets,an ultra worn leather wallet -then slams the coins loudly onto the bar - so that a few cents roll directly behind the bar and ground - with the "superior, instructive" words:
 
fisherman: "THERE YOU GO!
you can drink the spring water yourself!"
 
sibel: (energetic, smiling, pulling oneself together..) " thank you very much, fisherman!" and i gather all the coins together
 
even bender was briefly startled by the bang!!- and says brummy:" hey!"
 
fisherman: ("egotistical", condescending, know-it-all): "oH- allah-
you're praying with that, right?
that i can drink a beer here, how nice of you!
(takes a "cool" sip)
 
short pause from him
 
fisherman: (confidently) "you think you're the most beautiful, eh- ahhh- i know women like you-!"
 
sibel: looks shortly at him and finishs the drink for dominique and bring it her outside, which is simpathetic looking at me- i smile back and
shrug my shoulders and go back behind the counter, polishing glasses..
 
fisher:(pissed off, speaking louder cause no reaction) " HEY!
BAR WOMAN!
I TALK TO YOU!
 
- ARE YOU EVEN ALLOWED TO GO TO THE OUTDOOR SWIMMING POOL??
 
HELLO!!"
 
waits shortly - then he talks like a offended child:
 
"you probably don't talk to everyone, am i too grubby for you??"
 
short pause of him
 
spluttering and laughing, the fisherman then calls out: "if you can't do anything, you'll become an innkeeper, huh? and you'll have to listen to other people's gossip!"
 
i don't let myself get involve — and look up at the sky, even though a blatant rage is spreading within me ("is he right? why did you give him another chance, taylan, and now you feel so shitty about him? WHY TAYLAN??")
i ask myself inwardly—
 
bender exchanges a look of incomprehension with me, like... "what's up with that?"... and continues standing at the bar (instead of leaving outside, like always)
 
sibel: ("energetic, loving,clear, i turn to him"): "i hear what you're saying, fisherman!
we had a deal, remember?
you get a beer and go out with it and be peaceful!"
 
fisherman leans coolly against the bar(condescendingly, ironically): "OOHH!! she's talking?!
i'm going out right now!.."
 
he looks me up and down
as i go to turn over the record -
 
and fisherman: (smugly) "your top looks kind of cheap, but it suits you well! if you can't amount to anything, you'll just become an innkeeper, ha ha ha!"
 
i think to myself: "pull yourself together—there's no point in answering him anymore, he's already so caught up in his judgment—
what am i supposed to answer him? keep calm, taylan, keep calm, breathe!"
 
and i ignore that and fill the fridge with bottles
 
bender: (slightly irritated but still polite to fisherman) "hey, you heard the boss, you should go out now!"
 
from fisherman: NO REACTION sucking on the bottle
 
he continues to provoke and is still leaning against the bar.
 
fisherman turns to me and says provocatively: "you know the joke?
 
why don't women need a driver's license?
 
-there's no road between the kitchen and the bedroom!
 
HA HA HAA "
 
and laughs out loud.
 
bender (angrily, loudly approaching him at the bar): "DUDE - GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE NOW!"
 
fisherman: (ducks down – and says innocently like a little kid..., but he doesn't mean it...) "wow, i must have done something wrong!"
 
"DOUBLE FUCK!!"i think or say to myself, realizing i have to intervene now.
 
then i come forward and speak louder, angrily, standing a little further in front of him at the counter with my hands on my hips:
 
 
"YES! DISRESPECTFUL YOU ARE!"
 
GET-
OUT-
NOW!!"
 
the FISHERMAN (responds like this aetsch..): "i forgot that the world revolves around data - i beg your pardon. how stupid of me!"
 
(somehow, at that very moment, i thought of gandalf the wizard and then rephrased his sentence...!!??)
 
sibel: speaking much louder, more forcefully, with clear intent...
 
"SHUT UP NOW!!
 
IT´S ENOUGH!!!!!
 
HERE I HAVE NOT COLLECTED EXPERIENCE FOR YEARS AND BEEN THEREBY THROUGH HELL IN THE WAY
SO THAT I AM NOT NOW EXCHANGING SIMPLE WORDS WITH YOU AND YOU´RE NOT LISTENING TO ME ANYWAY!!
 
PAUSE
 
- "THERE'S THE DOOR!" and pointing at it
 
 
the record ended and then circled its way around
 
 
the fisherman pretends he doesn't hear anything
 
 
=> then i completely lose it.
 
i have no idea what comes over me then _0_
 
his behavior really pissed me so much off – and i feel like helpless- i cant control my anger anymore.
 
i yell at him as loudly as i could, getting louder and louder:
 
"THIS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH RESPECT -
MAN!!
 
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!!!!
 
GET OUT OF HERE, DAMN IT!"
 
i take his beer out of his hand.
 
dominique turned to us from her stool, looking in from outside the shop window. dominique's mother comes over and sit down... (i only see this afterwards...)
 
fisherman is now standing there, with one hand he held on the counter, visibly shocked, rooted to the spot – as if my loud energy has "choked" him! what a force/wave, he! :/
 
so i shout again, as loud as i could, all the way to the next valley, and every glass on the shelf rattled audibly.
 
sibel: "GET OUT!!!!!"
 
so he seems utterly confused – but now he seems completely sober and stepps toward the door and ducked out.
 
 
I'M TREMBLING ALL OVER THE BODY, my heart was racing.
 
i grabb his beer, ran to him in the alley, give him his beer back, and continue to yell at him:
 
"GO NOW!
 
- TAKE YOUR BEER AND AT BEST LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR FOR 10 MINUTES AT HOME!
 
AND HAVE FIRST OF ALL, HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR YOURSELF!!
- MAN!!"
 
without a word, he staggers in shock to the ugly wall opposite.
 
and i turn around and run into the store.
 
 
bender looks at me in shock, stands behind the bar, and pours me/us a shot.
 
bender: (like a friend reacts to build someone up in that tone) "DUDE SIBEL, COME ON CHEERS!" (grins) "i didn't know you could scream like that."
 
shocked by myself, my strength and power, my energies,
 
trambling i drink vodka
 
with wide eyes, i look at bender and i touch my mouth.
 
sibel: "what was that, bender? what- have i done?"
 
bender: (shaking his head): "nothing, dude, i have no idea - he's not got them all full, just forget it, there are guys..."
 
(i love the way, how men are thinking- it is so square <3
and also, that they can handle like this)
 
a little later, when i am
 
standing at the doorstep and look out, he disappeared.
 
he left his not-yet-empty beer on another table.
 
i feel so uncomfortable, everything - even with the two ladies.
 
but they both stand up, and dominique huggs me, and her mother looks deeply and calmly into my eyes and take a hand in hers, and says to me sincerely and "cheerfully":
 
"sibel, you are a very strong woman, one we should beware of!" i look at her questioningly.
 
sibel: exhausted, honest, close to tears...
 
"i'm so sorry!
i yelled at him so hard! i don't even know what came over me— i don't even recognize myself—sorry, what just happened that you witnessed that!"
 
dominique: (serious and honest): "no, sibel ma petit, don't feel stupid about it!!
 
he just took it all in today for hisself!
 
you can be very proud of yourself; that was totally disrespectful behavior, that's just unacceptable!
he probably needed to hear that from a woman in such way!" and she hugs me again.
 
(their presence is doing me sooooo much good right now, THANK YOU)
 
sibel: exhausted and happy,
 
"thank you so much!
- also for being here!"
 
bender comes out and asks:
 
bender: "ARE YOU OK? DO YOU WANT ANOTHER?"
 
sibel smiles mat: "no- thanks, bender!"
 
i go in and put on a relaxing record...he sits down outside.
 
slowly i come to on the toilet — where i'm undisturbed—no throwing up or anything...
and notice i'm still shaking.
 
cold water i ran over my wrists,
drip a little on my neck, and finally, i wash my face.
 
both hands leaning on the sink, exhausted and unaware of what i just experienced.
 
i look into MY eyes in the mirror,
tears now running down my cheeks like a waterfall.
 
loudly i sob much, hug myself, i'm so shocked at myself.
 
i felt/feel so sorry for him!! he stood there so helpless!
 
( honestly i ask myself in the mirror :)
 
"u don't know what he experienced that made him act so disrespectfully?
 
what's wrong with his soul?
 
sibel, you don't even know how many people he's in contact with?
 
he belittled you - why are you being treated so disrespectfully?
why do you let this go on for so long?
 
try to neutralize everything, don't blame him - i don't blame myself.
 
i accept everything as it happened.
 
lights went on in my head: (I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU CAN PLAY WITH THE MIRROR IMAGE??)
 
HE was your MIRROR - my blind date with myself (from my soul, a GIFT to me)
 
he showed me how to show MYSELF WORTH and RESPECT -
 
where u can (re)establish my boundaries!!
 
everything i shouted at him, i was actually shouting at me. ME! you were yelling at yourself!
 
sibel, it's completely okay to be angry sometimes, you're allowed to let out negative emotions too; being kind and nice all the time doesn't help everyone, unfortunately!
 
anger also has its place! - it gave you the strength to overcome something you've so often shied away from, something you've always belittled.
 
"i hope things are starting to change for you, fisherman, too - i wish you lots of love and lights!
 
THANK YOU, FISHERMAN!"
 
i´m now leaving the restroom with humility and a sense of "lightness" and gratefully drinking another shot to celebrate this realization!
 
it feels so good, too - to unload. -
 
i want to look forward- not to harm somebody
 
 
that, was the love, she was able to show itself in that moment - unfortunately, just like that.
 
(in the universe, only the law of love reigns.
i know that from tamer <3
 
(he wrote it once on our donation box, which is on the counter.)
 
P.S.: the fisherman was never seen again in data 77112.
 
well...ya, i promised myself…
 
to wake up, remind myself, meet myself,
see myself in other beings
getting authentic , living love, which can´t always speak in wrapping paper <3
 
why ive told you about this story ?
 
 
sometimes, we say, we want us to feel better- get a better version fo ourselfes. on my own, i recognize in myself that the soul wants to evolve and has set itself certain goals in this life: to learn, to understand, to FEEL.
 
yo, doublefuck- and then you come into such situation or meeting, too- like ordered by amazon- schwupp, suddenly there. and so, this is how you grow beyond yourself- get more stronger, more conscious, ya, to make better decisions and to live.
 
and, you notice, that, actually there are only sent angels to you- which you RECOGNIZE CRASS NOT in this moment and call them rather as "ASS".
 
but, who or what exactly call it so?
who wants control?
who wants to be absolute right?
who dont want to feel unpleasant things?
who dont want no change?
soul? ego/mind/program?government?
 
again and again i realize, that love is winner.
and yet_ it is as soft as cotton.
and is yet so powerful, and_strong,
and wise.
Yes
!
 
 
how hard it is, being an ego, dear ego, you´re just fighting for your own survival, i thank you, that you show me, what i am all NOT <3
 
ps. on youtube exists also a beautiful story. the little soul & the sun by neale donald walsch. maybe also a good choice for you child.
 
SONG: NICK KAMEN – I PROMISED MYSELF
 
( a song sent from my soul to me <3 it suits so perfectly on this special meeting i m so grateful :)
 
 
*GOODNIGHTS* GUTE NÄCHTE* IYI GECELER*
 
NEXTE SHOW: 18 05 2025 (WHOHOO 11 JAHRE/YEARS <3 )
 
DANKEEEE!




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