Almenland Transvervolutio

Almenland Garden of Eden In the garden of silence, the water of life ripples in infinite space, The depth of holiness trickles along the petals of the flowers of kiss. Words subside into the beauty of love intoxication, Worries do not enter the garden of real life. The sweet sense of Eden gazes into spiritual peace, The cross of its water washes the existence clean. Loving, pure breath is life enchantment of the garden, The mystical existence of Eden is the flashing image of man. Carefreeness embraces into the alertness of the Garden of Eden, Man cannot see it in his worldly error. The charm of the Garden of Eden is lovingly divine, The carefreeness of souls is into heaven arising, Eden-like. The alertness of lightness springing into love Before all else, hidden in the depths of souls. The scent of Eden is the idol of eternal beauty, No one can ever enter the never-ending flower. Oh God, how can there be such a greatness in the world, Your beautiful, sacred garden in your servant's yard? What generosity is that which bends so far down, Giving a sacred kiss in the garden of its servant! Reigning in the flower, the taste of a kiss opens up a garden, Collapsing into the bed of nature, in its water it bursts life, United with the beauty of all reality in loving Eden, Dispelling all doubts with the heart of infinite love. A sigh breathing again in love with loving Eden, Forgetting in a non-beginning, non-passing divine plan, To be in nothing else but only loving Eden, Exceeding infinity before creation, being lost in its greatness. The sweet taste of Eden, bubbling honeyed into the soul, No one remains here except God smiling. Samu Zsolt

Almenland Schüsserlbrunn - The journey we took as a small group of 7 is transformative. Nature is beautiful and a stunning view at the Steierische Jockl awaits you at the heights where you can relax and have a drink or meal. Stepping down the stairs to the chapel, there's a silence which is out of this world. Problems, thoughts disappear. There's deep calm and holiness. Alongside the deep ravine lies the spring, a small rocky gap in which the water drips and collects. It attracts you. Touching it immerses the soul. It's a releasing, cleansing relief and joy. There's a bow and grace, true divine love flows, permeating the soul from which the burden falls. It's a real sacred place and a pilgrimage that I wholeheartedly recommend to everyone. I feel gratitude for having being there. Lilla Botlik Transvervolutio

September 25, 2021 I may forget the date, but never the day. It started as a regular excursion... We went by car to the Tyrnauer Almhütte, where we had some delicious food and drink. Beautiful landscape, clean air, good company. The terrain is of varying difficulty. The road leads from one peak to the other. Slope, flat road, and alternation of ascents along gravel. After a few hours of walking we arrived at the Steirischer Jockl inn. Resting followed by a relaxation with lunch. We read the history of our destination, which piqued our interest. So after a short stopping, we turned to the 198-member staircase leading to the Schüsserlbrunn chapel, just a stone's throw away. After a few minutes, something changed. Everything changed! Already after the first few steps of the stairs we were greeted by a very deep silence. This silence isn't a worldly silence, isn't the silence of the human mind. Not even of space... This is One True Silence. Holy silence! The mood changes immediately, the attention gets stuck in this Silence. It retunes everything. The ego-mind ceases to exist. The soul blossoms and melts into silence, holiness. At the bottom of the stairs, there're no more people, no environment, no circumstances. Everything known ceases to exist. The wooden chapel evokes the age of its construction. It has a nice, modest and fresh atmosphere. Next to it, there're luminous, flaming candles, behind which a rock fissure hides the spring water, in a goblet-like depression. I squat, I kneel. I duck my head into the rock fissure. I dip my finger softly into the water, drawing a cross on my forehead from the Holy Water. Mercy! The knowledge of Mercy penetrates the consciousness. Grace, Humility...I lean inward into the fissure. Another water basin, behind it is a small statue of Mary. Its surface is unimaginably tight, smooth. Mirror, a reflection of beauty. The divine spark in the soul recognizes itself in it and only contemplates it silently. Unspeakably wonderful. True love. We got tremendous energy for the return trip. With gratitude and beauty in our hearts and souls, we set off back to the cars. The trip became a real, true pilgrimage. It would be more than advisable for everyone to visit this truly Holy place. Whether he senses something of it or not. The soul desperately needs it. Thank you all very much... Unmatched. Infinite gratitude! Bence Nagy Transvervolutio