{"id":5286,"date":"2020-04-19T13:45:28","date_gmt":"2020-04-19T11:45:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hansvandergugten.nl\/?p=5286"},"modified":"2024-04-03T17:45:07","modified_gmt":"2024-04-03T15:45:07","slug":"rishikesh-to-amsterdam-from-lockdown-to-lockdown-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hansvandergugten.nl\/?p=5286","title":{"rendered":"Rishikesh to Amsterdam 1, from lockdown to lockdown"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nLockdown drawing 5, the beginning.<\/h6>\n
Rishikesh to Amsterdam 1, from lockdown to lockdown<\/a>
\nRishikesh to Amsterdam 2, from lockdown to lockdown<\/a>
\nRishikesh to Amsterdam 3, from lockdown to lockdown<\/a>
\nRishikesh to Amsterdam 4, from lockdown to lockdown<\/a><\/h6>\n

During my last stay in India from December 12 last year till<\/p>\n

Sunday April 5, I noticed that slowly slowly the smartphone<\/p>\n

took over the role of using the computer in internet shops.<\/p>\n

Also writing on facebook and posting pictures there, has<\/p>\n

become so much easier than reporting from blog to blog.<\/p>\n

Also my interest in writing about the happenings along the<\/p>\n

spirtual road diminished as, simultaneously, the interest in<\/p>\n

walking that path the way I used to do that withered<\/p>\n

somehow too.<\/p>\n

About that proces I will write more, sooner or later.<\/p>\n

And not so soon I’m afraid.<\/p>\n

Now I feel like making a longer story with space for more<\/p>\n

pictures about the last weeks in India. So, a blog again.<\/p>\n

I think I might even bring some of what I wrote before on<\/p>\n

facebook as quotes in here.<\/p>\n

So, there we go.<\/p>\n

The day before I travelled from Rishikesh to Delhi to fly<\/p>\n

back to Amsterdam\/Schiphol Airport I started the 5th<\/p>\n

lockdown drawing in this still anonymous restaurant where<\/p>\n

I spent almost two weeks. I went there in the morning just<\/p>\n

before 10 o’clock, just within the allowed time frame that<\/p>\n

walking around for shopping was allowed. Later that<\/p>\n

window became from 7 til 13, but there was nothing else to<\/p>\n

do or to go to. So I have spend up till 12 hours per day there.<\/p>\n

Between 21 and 22 I walked back to my room through the<\/p>\n

dark and deserted streets of Laxmanjhula. Sometimes I<\/p>\n

walked a few rounds on the little squaire to have at least<\/p>\n

some exercise.<\/p>\n

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\nThe small square of Laxmanjhula, the morning of April 3.<\/span><\/h5>\n

At some point I started making drawings again.<\/p>\n

What else to do?<\/p>\n

The for me curious thing was that my ‘normal’ mode<\/p>\n

of making drawings is strongly connected with doing so<\/p>\n

called Tomatis Listening Training sessions. (For more info<\/p>\n

on that subject just google for it, or search in my website).<\/p>\n

What happens for me during this sessions is this, and that is<\/p>\n

how it apparently works for me: I was doing something<\/p>\n

usefull, I was even paying for it and that kind of justifies for<\/p>\n

me doing something just for fun.<\/p>\n

(This phenomenon is related to the feeling of guilt that was<\/p>\n

implanted in my nervous system [and not only in mine] by a<\/p>\n

Protestant, so called Christian education, you know, the<\/p>\n

thingy with that we are born sinners and stuff like that).<\/p>\n

To allow this sessions to have the optimal impact you are<\/p>\n

invited to either distract your mind from what is<\/p>\n

happening during the sessions by making jigsaw puzzles or<\/p>\n

to do drawing.<\/p>\n

I choose drawing and from the very first time, 7 years ago a<\/p>\n

specific and very recognizable kind of drawings started to<\/p>\n

appear. It is clearly a kind of format, yet each and every time<\/p>\n

the result is both in a way the same yet surprizingly totally<\/p>\n

different.<\/p>\n

(The same goes for each and every ayahuasca work).<\/p>\n

Something simular happened for me during this lockdown.<\/p>\n

My tempo went down, the urgency to do what I had in mind<\/p>\n

doing, for instance writing a blog about my withering<\/p>\n

interest in walking the spiritual path, fell flat.<\/p>\n

I was doing something important, being in lockkdown felt<\/p>\n

like something important, and it meant also that there was<\/p>\n

nowhere to go. And thus there was space to do something<\/p>\n

just for fun. Drawing.<\/p>\n

I see that this is going to be way to long, so I just made this<\/p>\n

into part 1.<\/p>\n

Let me just show you the five drawings that I made in that<\/p>\n

restaurant, including the one that I started there, see above,<\/p>\n

and that I have finished here in Amsterdam, ten days later.<\/p>\n

Lockdown drawing 1, the beginning.
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\nLockdown drawing 1.
\n\"\"<\/p>\n

Lockdown drawing 2.
\n\"\"<\/p>\n

Finished.
\n\"\"
\nLockdown drawing 3.
\n\"\"<\/p>\n

Lockdown drawing 4.
\n\"\"
\n(Birth date. My father lived to be 96 years old. The day I started this drawing it\u00a0 was 103 years ago that he was born).<\/h5>\n

Lockdown drawing 5, flown from lockdown to lockdown.
\n\"\"
\nLockdown drawing 5.
\n\"\"<\/p>\n

To be continued.<\/p>\n

Rishikesh to Amsterdam 1, from lockdown to lockdown<\/a>
\nRishikesh to Amsterdam 2, from lockdown to lockdown<\/a>
\nRishikesh to Amsterdam 3, from lockdown to lockdown<\/a>
\nRishikesh to Amsterdam 4, from lockdown to lockdown<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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