I'm currently reading an interesting book by George Friedman called Flash Points (in Dutch it’s called Brandhaarden). It's about the history of Europe, the violent history of Europe seen through the eyes of a Hungarian immigrant living in America. I struggled a bit at first, to be honest, but gradually I found it a refreshing perspective.
I'm currently on chapter three (page 77). In the preceding chapters, the author discusses the First and Second World Wars, the Europeans' desire for conquest, the massacres, the slave trade, and his own family's flight from post-war Hungary.
I have always loved history. At school, it was one of my best subjects, always getting a 9 or a 10 on my report card. The Greek, Roman, Egyptian and Dutch history—I loved it all, especially the way it was taught. I learned all this at the Waldorf school, where the teachings of Rudolf Steiner were taught. Wonderful historical stories were told from a book. Not just the hard facts, but also what daily life was like for the people who lived back then.
I don't know why I've always been so fascinated by history. Maybe it has something to do with my previous lives, lives that I can also remember some things about. And then I'm talking about Lemuria, Atlantis, Egypt, Greece, and the life I had before this one in Germany during World War II. I was married to a beautiful woman, and we were involved in herbal medicine. Perhaps that's why I'm so interested in herbal medicine now and that I apply it to myself when I'm ill.
I might write a blog post about herbal medicine sometime, but that's for another time. I'm curious about the sequel to the book, Flash Point. Will old Europe succumb to the misery we started centuries ago? Or has Europe learned from its mistakes and developed itself to the point where we can extinguish the fires ourselves "without outside help"?
Peter68 © ® 15-07-2025
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