Re-united with the Beloved June 20, 2006
Hazrat Inayat Khan
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Achim was a true lover, an embodiment of Krishna. He called all women “Beauty”. Whenever he would see me he would say,” Hello Beauty”, and his eyes would sparkle, and he would melt in Love. He had a way of by-passing the mundane and going right to the essence of each person, seeing their divine nature, and the love from which we all come and to which we all return. With his passing, the world has lost a very amazing and precious soul!
I miss you, Achim!
Love, Khushi
Achim was central to my immersion in the Sufi path. He helped lead me to Rumi and Joe Miller, and he was one of my best friends. He blamed me for suggesting that he become a chiropractor when I read his astrological chart. His love of my kids encouraged him to have a son of his own. Since his death, he has reached out to teach me in my dreams. He was unique, quirky, experienced life passionately. I think he went into ecstasy when he had his first taste of mango! I can’t see a waterfall without remembering how enthralled he was with them. Achim, I remember you in my heart and in my prayers, may you be full of light and peace, may God forgive us all for any pain we have caused, and may love last forever. Amin.
It has ben a while since Achim left us, and this note I am leaving for him. We walked in the Path together in several ways and times. Achim was a person who stood in the Great Light, pursued his path and I have no doubt has embraced his death. He was a resident at Sami Mahal when I moved there, and we shared evenings at the Theosophical Society Meetings as well as some intimate conversations and how we got here and why. I look forward to seeing you again, Brother Achim.
Achim,
You were my father when I had none, and you embraced me as your own. I still marvel at how you would look me up on my birthday each year to wish me well. Today is my birthday, and I am looking you up my dearest, dearest friend. Your smile was more than a smile, and your eyes were more than eyes. You could see the heavens twinkling in them. I loved living with your folks in Germany, rushing down the autobahn in the Mercedes with you, and eating yummy rich foods. You showed us how to live with abandon with that childlike spark of wonder about life. I loved jumping into water with you and speaking without words. May our souls cross paths again my love. ~Easy
I was thinking of Achim today and our friend Lawrence Morgan and how kiind of nuts our lives were in the 1970’s. Achim was a kind man, and he left a deep well of memories in my heart and mind. I think about him often and i think of how he would want me to live my life. I try to live in a way that i think would make him proud. He was my older brother in spirit, and I did not want him to think I was a brat. I know he has passed on….somehow he still feels here in my heart.
Ah Achim! Happy birthday wherever you are now. You healed me, made me laugh (raise your right arm [I raise the left], then he says your other right arm, ha ha). What a gift to the world! LOVE!
I met Achim in Missouri at Ozark Sufi Camp in the 1980’s. His childlike enthusiasm and delight in life, loving hugs, and expansive spirit made him a memorable presence. I will always carry sweet memories of his deep eyes and shining heart. He had a favorite shirt I always remember him wearing to camp. I always see him in my mind’s eye with arms outstretched, heart open, embracing all in a love big enough for the whole world.