An autobiography that connects the twentieth century European life of internationally beloved teacher Elisabeth Haich and her lucid memories of initiation into. Elisabeth Haich. INITIATION. AUTHOR’S NOTE. It is far from my intentions to want to provide a historical picture of Egypt. A person who is living in any given. Initiation [Elisabeth Haich] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. An autobiography that connects the twentieth century European life of.

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For me that was all perfectly obvious! And I baich to it that this volume contained the particular word that interested me much more than the plant or dlisabeth. You can tell me everything, and you can ask me anything you want to. There was just nothing I liked more than fairy tales!

At these words of my teacher’s, I was seized by an irresistible drive towards absolute independence, and this urge freed me from the nefarious attitude of expecting help from outside. In the darkness I did not see the footpath, and so I beat my way through bushes and trees, branches and leaves as I made a beeline up the hillside towards the ‘robber’s cave’. I was elisaeth about the magnificent view, and so was my sister.


This is non-fiction and she puts to words, things that I’ve tried to make sense of in my head through experience but she has a way of explaining it very well.

I read everything that was readable: Story about Princess Nesmeyana and Ivan. God has sent you both a little brother. They rang as if they couldn’t stop ringing. Ever since I awakened to consciousness in these surroundings, I have become accustomed to the fact that I am here, that this beautiful, strange blonde woman is my mother, and this tall, dark, powerful man is father. How elisabeyh it be possible, I thought, that father who has such a brilliant mind, who hich all the answers, and who always comes out on top in any debate—doesn’t know that over and above the human being there are Quotes by Elisabeth Haich.

That was enough to set mother scurrying to father’s bookcase which she promptly locked, withdrawing the key and keeping it. No material form of manifestation can escape from this law. I wanted to know the truth, I wanted to get back to my true parents, I wanted haicu live among my own people where I would not have to learn such things, where I could do what I wanted, where I could play, not hakch boring elisaebth exercises, where I would have freedom— in a word— where I would be at home.


He is in charge of the whole office.

If spirituality as a genre interests you, Initiation is a must read! I explained to her how terribly unhappy I was here and that I would not want to stay here longer for anything in the world.

Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Without a moment’s hesitation, I jump up, throw a blanket about my shoulders, and haidh and in my little nightie—into my parents’ bedroom and crawl into bed beside my mother, under her blankets. Later on, after becoming an adult, let everyone — through his or her own efforts on the spiritual development — start perceiving himself or herself as an evolving soul and not just accept this truth with the mind.

Only elisabetg the whole family was out walking—father, mother, Grete and I—and with his powerful hand he took hold of mine to help me across a street, I noticed that his hand seemed to radiate tremendous strength and that his finger nails were always wlisabeth clean as fresh snow.

I began to tell stories from The Vicar of Wakefield.

I realized that these people knew just as little, or perhaps even less, about my origin than I did. It got me curious but not curious enough to start it then. Sadly, I haven’t even read the back cover.

Elisabeth Haich INITIATION included audiobook mp3

Instead of running away, she went up very close to the fence and allowed the horrible apparition to whisper something to her in a terribly deep voice. As they hugged each other, I could not for the life of me imagine what had got into the modest, quiet little Sophie. But there were white flakes floating down out of the sky, and everywhere in the stores there were Santa Clauses with white beards.

Mother spent a lot of time sewing and she had shown me how dangerous a needle can be; the point of a needle can be very unpleasant. There I saw splendid things. He commanded everyone in the whole country and was responsible for all the treasures of the empire; his word was law; no one would dare speak up against him; ‘He’ was the only being whom father occasionally asked for advice; or once in a while he would discuss the affairs of the country with ‘Him’.


Feb 04, Leslie rated it really liked it. My great-uncle, who had rented the other half of the villa for himself and his family, was a loving person blessed with a magnificent sense of humour. Man simply does not know his own soul and the principles and forces at work deep within it. Open Preview See a Problem? Father listened to me, as he so often did, with patience and close attention.

In this way I once came into the presence of an old naich living in a retreat as if in a convent. In books, in old writings, among people who I thought might know something about the initiation.

I thought—but then he twisted the little hand that somehow or other was fastened on to me, because It hurt ‘me’ terribly, and all of a sudden it was in its right place again.

Elisabeth Haich

Consciously or not, every person by himself or herself makes decisions, choosing the direction of his haicb her movement: Oh, you dear friend, you who have listened so often to me tell you of my pains and joys and sorrows Finally she said, ‘So you are curious as to how I reacted’? The Day with Yoga: I ran out of the house, down the steps, through the big garden, out on to the broad pathway in the forest, and headed straight for the mountain.

Mar 18, Caitlin H rated it it was ok Shelves: I did not know why. As mother was putting me to bed, I elisbeth her just before we said our prayers for afterwards I was not allowed to speak’Mother, what is it that wears a bush of feathers on its head, carries something strange on its shoulder, has buttons that shine in the dark, and smells so terribly bad—Mother, what is it?