Mandala Ritual at the Funeral – Memorial Service – There I see beautiful hills, forever young and forever green

In the Sand Mandala Ritual, sand is sprinkled onto a wooden board and then handed over to the river by the abbot Reding as the master of ceremonies during the funeral service.

Prayer and Meditation

Ah, from the bottom of this valley, pressed by the cold fog, if only I could find the exit, ah, how happy I feel! There I see beautiful hills, forever young and forever green! If I had wings, if I had wings, I would fly towards the hills. I hear harmonies ringing, tones of sweet heavenly rest, and the light winds bring me the balm of the scents.

I see golden fruits glowing waving between dark foliage, and the flowers that bloom there will not be stolen by winter. Ah, how beautiful it must be there in the eternal sunshine, and the air on those heights, oh how refreshing it must be!

But the raging of the river, which roars furiously in between, prevents me; Its waves are so high that my soul shudders. I see a boat swaying, but alas! the ferryman is missing. Fresh in and without wavering! Its sails are animated. You must believe, you must dare, because the gods don't lend a pledge; Only a miracle can carry you to beautiful wonderland. I close the door behind me, I want to be without guests; I left myself,

That's why I'm so alone. Close all the shops, what do I care about day and light. The fire has died down, I don't need the sun. I no longer feel life at all; love is over I can't even cry, I can't cry out.

Mandala Ritual

I have no god and friend and am so senseless that if happiness came now I wouldn't feel it anymore. I close the door behind me, I'm only at home for those who are said to fan the last little flame. The means that lead out of this existence, I have tested them with eye and hand. A sudden blow - and no dungeon wall is powerful enough to touch my soul. Before the sentry guarding the door unlocked the thick block of iron, a sudden blow - and my soul shot out into the light - out into the distant night.

What others hold in terms of faith, wishes, hopes is gone for me. Life seems to me like a shadow play, meaningless, without a goal. What's holding me? The threshold is open to me. We are not allowed to steal away, let a god torment us, let a devil torment us.