Madonna and Jens
I cannot remember everything. So that you will understand, I am going to tell you.
The "Devil with the Three Golden Hairs" was my favorite fairy-tale. My mother had to read it to me over and over. I insisted on that.
During elementary school, a little leprechaun was in my pocket. Later on - as we all know - it emerged as Madonna. In my boldness I put the leprechaun in our class photo. That old photo is a unique evidence for devine providence.
12-14 years old I was thinking almost uninterrupted. Where did the suffering come from? What was the meaning of life?
Thru my constant thinking and my inner experience, I knew that the inner human was a universe to be meant for exploration. The meaning of life. I was always thinking about it. Over and over. There was nothing to me which was more meaningful.
Being about 26 years old, I opened my Third Eye.
The thought was in my head that somewhere out there would have to be a suiting woman for me. There was one. She was reading my thoughts! - But nothing I knew.
Then time went by and one day I had the thought to meditate on the name of my perfect woman. I wanted to know if I could find it out. In a big, blazing writing "Madonna" emerged before my Eye. Of course, I thought of the singer. I thought her crazy. But then I said to me, Just check it.
I took the next magazine containing an interview with her. She talked about a tatooed guy and other things.
Then I realized. The guy was me. I had eczema. That matched. And the other things - all right. She knew something about me and tried to reach me without a real contact.
Of course, I was sceptic. I checked further on.
She put a Nilchen-Comic in the BILD. I saw it. Every time she put a new pic in the paper, there was a certain text in the pic corresponding to the latest thoughts of mine. So I realized it again and again.
Then she signaled to me the transition to the "Liebe ist"-pics. From then on, I could find my thoughts every day!
One day I sent a pic to the BILD to find out where it came from. The next day, they published the same pic. She knew what I had done. So that pic was two times in the BILD.
I never was in good condition, and I was ill for a very long time. So I canceled every date. She had a lot of work to do and was a postponing-freak. Days, months, years. It was crazy.
She was passing me on a motorbike. Should I tear her from that?
There were so many advertisements with my thoughts. Even in shows (Harald Schmidt) she placed my thoughts. She manipulated the shows (with money?) but never ever told a word about me to anyone. Automobile commercials and even "Tatort" were manipulated.
Thousands of pics and hundreds of shows!
In the Penny-Markt she stood behind me. But what could I do? I was too fat and had to make diet. She seemed aristocratic, wasn't matching the whole scene. Who was that? Back home I realized that it was Madonna. Yeah, I missed the chance.
Then I thought about Spirulina, but it was too expensive. She placed a little can on the shelve in the Penny-Markt. I saw it. I wondered. There was no price tag. Standing at the cash, the cashier took it away. It wasn't on the list. Shit!