slow, loud rattling and screeching, the miserable long millipede moves through the Paris suburbs. Together with hundreds of other travelers, I am eingepfärcht into an ugly, rotten train, on the rusty track to versprayten concrete walls by rolling in the big city.
I look in the evening sky, and within a split second I changed my mood from bored-sad wings in happiness. Quick as lightning leaves my mind a train and travels in time and space ...
again I taste the kiss of her mask, smell her perfume oxygen, secure in the embrace of her ejection seat. Laughing, I give myself out of the passion of their darting flight ...
never like this, never like now, I was so myself Fused with this machine, aluminum and steel, I can see myself as the being that I have always dreamed of being, not merely from the tree fallen ape, but a winged Mind free like the wind.
The Hawker Hunter T.68 J-4205, a fighter-bomber trainer stood until 1994 in the service of the Swiss Air Force, I fly back through the Alps, partly controlled by Goliath, sometimes even the hand on the stick . The wildest antics we do, the veteran military and airline pilot to my left, and I - an otherwise rather shy, cautious and timid boy, who stubbornly refuses to grow up - to his right.
Hans Peter "Goliath" Reusser - sometimes not at the wheel of a Swiss Airbus 330, but in the cockpit of the stealth fighter jets - controls the Hunter directly only by the 180 Meter-wide gap shall turn to the Jet on the back and moves into deep into a tight roll into the valley. Above is suddenly down, meadows and cliffs rise from the nose. Puts it shoots us in the seats while our jet out of the valley beyond. Without a dozen sparks fear of a few meters and a few split seconds away rocks. Absolute, unwavering confidence in the experienced pilots and robust machine.
I think in retrospect was very different, the biggest fear I had before this flight, the fear of me having to admit, that the boys dream I've worn all my life with me only an illusion, and that the sky and flying-containing but not my world. That my body and my mind the rigors of a flight with a real fighter would not cope.
Right next to the second fear: What if the fulfillment of my life's dream is really as wonderful as imagined? I then stand in front of a big hole, no goals and no more dreams are worth fighting for? Game over?
a smile I look at the golden-lit clouds over Paris, the warmth and happiness flowing through me like every time I zürückdenke Hunter to my flight. Not a day goes by that I do not Strength and joy from the biggest adventure of my life creatures.
No.
no false illusions. No lost dreams. What I experienced was only the decisive step to a new level of consciousness. Now I know who I am.
born New - With a Hunter 's Wings I am reborn.
I know a few people share this fascination with flying. Most people say they are a completely satisfied with their two feet firmly on the ground. Which they will long for the sky is often ridiculed, more and more even decried and cursed. Noisemakers. War games. Elite hedonists.
But you are you so sure? Your not looking at the clouds and sometimes you wish, to have wings?
If you ever noticed how many pieces of music wing, flies and freedom occur, often together with love and happiness?
These are not just empty phrases, that is the dream we have received a gift as our mind's ability gained the world to not only recognize, but to conceive and sense. I maintain the dream of flying is as old as man himself
Are you also aware that you are your creatures of the sky? We are not buried in the ground, do not immerse in water, but rise directly into the sky! Just a hop, be it physically or in spirit, and we take off into the wild!
Ok, we very quickly come back down - but we have just invented ways our bodies and keep up there, where our spirit extends over again!
...
I wish everyone could experience what I experienced, feel what I felt. The world seen from above, from new perspectives ...
And I thank my parents who have given me the opportunity to fulfill the dream of my life ...
And outside your there: fly from them again! Look at the world and your beauty on!
important thing, however: not only looks - also learns to see !
I look in the evening sky, and within a split second I changed my mood from bored-sad wings in happiness. Quick as lightning leaves my mind a train and travels in time and space ...
again I taste the kiss of her mask, smell her perfume oxygen, secure in the embrace of her ejection seat. Laughing, I give myself out of the passion of their darting flight ...
never like this, never like now, I was so myself Fused with this machine, aluminum and steel, I can see myself as the being that I have always dreamed of being, not merely from the tree fallen ape, but a winged Mind free like the wind.
The Hawker Hunter T.68 J-4205, a fighter-bomber trainer stood until 1994 in the service of the Swiss Air Force, I fly back through the Alps, partly controlled by Goliath, sometimes even the hand on the stick . The wildest antics we do, the veteran military and airline pilot to my left, and I - an otherwise rather shy, cautious and timid boy, who stubbornly refuses to grow up - to his right.
Hans Peter "Goliath" Reusser - sometimes not at the wheel of a Swiss Airbus 330, but in the cockpit of the stealth fighter jets - controls the Hunter directly only by the 180 Meter-wide gap shall turn to the Jet on the back and moves into deep into a tight roll into the valley. Above is suddenly down, meadows and cliffs rise from the nose. Puts it shoots us in the seats while our jet out of the valley beyond. Without a dozen sparks fear of a few meters and a few split seconds away rocks. Absolute, unwavering confidence in the experienced pilots and robust machine.
I think in retrospect was very different, the biggest fear I had before this flight, the fear of me having to admit, that the boys dream I've worn all my life with me only an illusion, and that the sky and flying-containing but not my world. That my body and my mind the rigors of a flight with a real fighter would not cope.
Right next to the second fear: What if the fulfillment of my life's dream is really as wonderful as imagined? I then stand in front of a big hole, no goals and no more dreams are worth fighting for? Game over?
a smile I look at the golden-lit clouds over Paris, the warmth and happiness flowing through me like every time I zürückdenke Hunter to my flight. Not a day goes by that I do not Strength and joy from the biggest adventure of my life creatures.
No.
no false illusions. No lost dreams. What I experienced was only the decisive step to a new level of consciousness. Now I know who I am.
born New - With a Hunter 's Wings I am reborn.
I know a few people share this fascination with flying. Most people say they are a completely satisfied with their two feet firmly on the ground. Which they will long for the sky is often ridiculed, more and more even decried and cursed. Noisemakers. War games. Elite hedonists.
But you are you so sure? Your not looking at the clouds and sometimes you wish, to have wings?
If you ever noticed how many pieces of music wing, flies and freedom occur, often together with love and happiness?
These are not just empty phrases, that is the dream we have received a gift as our mind's ability gained the world to not only recognize, but to conceive and sense. I maintain the dream of flying is as old as man himself
Are you also aware that you are your creatures of the sky? We are not buried in the ground, do not immerse in water, but rise directly into the sky! Just a hop, be it physically or in spirit, and we take off into the wild!
Ok, we very quickly come back down - but we have just invented ways our bodies and keep up there, where our spirit extends over again!
...
I wish everyone could experience what I experienced, feel what I felt. The world seen from above, from new perspectives ...
And I thank my parents who have given me the opportunity to fulfill the dream of my life ...
And outside your there: fly from them again! Look at the world and your beauty on!
important thing, however: not only looks - also learns to see !
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