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POSSIBILITY COACHING BRIDGE-HOUSE

  • CORE Information
  • OFFERS for Clients 
    • Healing Weeks
    • Healing Week Schedule
    • Flyer
  • OFFERS for Possibilitators 
    • Practise & Creation Weeks
    • Healing Weeks
    • Schedule
  • Treasure Library
  • …  
    • CORE Information
    • OFFERS for Clients 
      • Healing Weeks
      • Healing Week Schedule
      • Flyer
    • OFFERS for Possibilitators 
      • Practise & Creation Weeks
      • Healing Weeks
      • Schedule
    • Treasure Library
Learn more about Possibility Coaching
Join our Telegram group: What's UP in the PCBH?

POSSIBILITY COACHING BRIDGE-HOUSE

  • CORE Information
  • OFFERS for Clients 
    • Healing Weeks
    • Healing Week Schedule
    • Flyer
  • OFFERS for Possibilitators 
    • Practise & Creation Weeks
    • Healing Weeks
    • Schedule
  • Treasure Library
  • …  
    • CORE Information
    • OFFERS for Clients 
      • Healing Weeks
      • Healing Week Schedule
      • Flyer
    • OFFERS for Possibilitators 
      • Practise & Creation Weeks
      • Healing Weeks
      • Schedule
    • Treasure Library
Learn more about Possibility Coaching
Join our Telegram group: What's UP in the PCBH?
  • Treasure Library

    During the course of 3-month Possibility Coaching Bridge-House, Creation, High-Level Fun, Practice, Training, Discoveries, Adventures and much more will happen and emerge out of nothing.

    This is the place of harvesting, collecting and documenting these extraordinary moments and creations.

  • Impressions from our 3 months journey...

    Embarking on this journey was brave and courageous. We were gifted with magical moments withg joy, sadness, fear and anger. Ecstatic times of Love, Clarity, Empowerment, Transformation and Healing.

  • PM Advent`ure Solstice Calendar

    There will be 21 videos released between the 1st and 21st of December, the Solstice. A wave of gifts, a celebration in video format. High Level Fun and Teamwork have been happening as we produce videos presenting distinctions, experiments, recipes, DIY and more.
     

    This project was born within this Possibility Coaching Bridge-House 2022

    Get your daily Solstice gift!

    Sign in here to the Telegramm Channel: https://t.me/+OdVK70m_x_I2N2Rh

     

    Get more information: https://pmsolsticecalendar.mystrikingly.com/

  • Gallery

    Impressions about our daily life, experiments and more.

    PCBH life
  • Interview about Bridge-House

     

    Martina Riccarda Niklis: All I hear is bridge house...
    I had questions, what is bridge anyway? Why is it not just a choice, a choice for the next culture?
    Why is it a bridge? And then what? How do you get across?
    Why do anything at all when I'm where I want to be anyway?
    I asked a community gameworld builder. It's all in the interview with Christine Dürschner.

  • Events

    Here is a collection of all online and offline events, which were happening in the Possibility Coaching Bridge-House

  • Articles

    While our stay at the Possibility Coaching Bridge-House

  • Swimming in a Fear

    by Martin Šalanda

    Chose your commitment star

    by Gabriela Fangudes

    Groundless Darkness

    by Gabriela Fangudes

    Postponing defeat is not a victory

    by Gabriela Fangudes

    What is Really Happening In T/Here?

    by Nicole Hartley Bradford

    What is blocking you from unfolding your essence?

    by Gabriela Fagundes

  • Poems

    During the writing week 6 Writers were diving into an adventure - a Poem Circle

    Listening

    by Christine Dürschner

    A whisper through the autumn colored forest
    Shivering the leaves, spiralling up and let them drop to their last resting point

     

    Listen to you wholy forest, what is your message?
    What do you want to tell me?
    I am listening.

     

    Balancing myself through the soft, leafy ground.
    Breathing fresh mushroomed filled air. Moss is all around.
    The creek is gurgling in the distance.

    Holding my breath for a moment, then letting go. Staying in
    the gaps. Breathing in and out. Pause. Listen. Stillness.

     

    What is behind the stillness?
    What are you telling me, Mother Gaia?
    I am listening.

     

    Silence surrounds me. Wind whistling from the east.
    Silence moves me. I end the moon and add the sun. I create the earth.

    I move, I write it down. Let it sink in, the waters of tears.
    Bum, is the sound of leaves, waving the whole ground up to me.

    The rise of the sun, shivers under my skin. I gaze at life, the spark of sun.
    Let it be, the way it sings to me. It grooves the air through my hair.

    And the moss touches my feet.
    Soft touch of a maid and beard of the wise old man,
    The waves rising up from my feet till my head
    Don`t know nothing and knowing all
    The wisdom lies in me,
    With deep roots in the natural unknown.

     

    Listen to you wholy forest, what is your message?
    What do you want to tell me?
    I am listening.


    A waft of cool wind gives rise to goosebumps
    That prickle me in a million places

    The surface of my body more alive now
    The scents and sounds. Light and shadow warm and dark
    Each is more distinct.

    As an instrument of Gaia sensing Herself I am turning up.

     

    Zings and blips uncensored till now appear
    Thoughts begin to burst into mind

    She is me, I AM She!

     

    No big deal, yet the most ecstatic clarity possible
    Bursts and glares and fades with each next outbreath
    Back to the still mundane moment between.

    One more leaf falls, its landing sounds reach my ear.
    Another chance to listen to her, or listen to me.
    What is this wisdom trying to communicate to me?
    I am listening.

     

    I put my feet on the ground
    Energetic roots grow in all directions
    Immediately my body earned ears and eyes.

     

    My sensations are all amplified

    The electricity runs along my veins and my blood
    An unreasonable force take place and I listen to my breath
    It's not anymore a whispering, its loud and clear

    This voice as fierce as a vulcano, and everything that it says
    YOU ARE LOVE
    Shiver rise up all over my bodies
    Cracking me open as wide open as the space itself

    I am listening.

    Here I am

    by Nicole Hartley Bradford

    a center point in the vast mostly-imperceivable universe,
    the only thing I have ever experienced being.

     

    Biologists tell me that all day long my body’s cells die.
    And most of my body is made of bacteria, which aren’t even me.
    And half of my cells are from my mom and another half my dad.

     

    Because I was born I caused changes.
    I breathed and moved the ways I wanted.
    I caused change.
    I had change caused in me.
    I let it happen, except for when I did not.

     

    Where is the originality of life?
    Is everything recreation?
    What am I really? Am I what my physical body composes?
    Is my physical body what I compose?

     

    I became a scientist of life.
    I held my breath to see what would happen.
    I breathed again when it stopped being fun.
    I observed the blood of my cut til it dried.

     

    Sometimes when my tears fell, the salty drop ended up in my mouth.
    I came to notice I exist in many small parts.
    I am how I wanted to be, whether I wanted to or not. What power do I have?

     

    I take a deep breath
    Breathing in - I am alive
    Breathing out - I inter-am
    All there is, or seems to be, is
    Inside of me
    And outside of me
    Here I am.

     

    Am I transforming into the next thing I will become?
    How does it work to let go, really go? They say it so easily.

     

    When you let go the next door opens.
    How to let go, when all I know is so true to me. Clinging on me like a second skin. This is me.

     

    Here I am.

     

    Scientist tells us that all cause has effect, everything is related to each other.
    Why don’t I relate to you? Why it is so difficult to be with you? Who am I to be with you?

     

    I take a deep breath
    Breathing in - I am alive
    Breathing out - I am here
    With you
    With all that is
    In this vast now.

     

    All directions are open to me
    And I could exist in all of the directions.
    Where do I step next?

     

    Here I am.

     

    The elements alive, within and without me,
    Sometimes cycling predictably,
    sometimes in hazardly chaos.
    What do I go with?

     

    What causes which effect?

     

    I breathe.
    I drop my attention from my mind into my feet, even though it doesn’t get there.

     

    Here I am.

     

    Here I am.

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