Forest Man

(The same ingress again:) Every spiritual teacher has some disciples. Or many. I am a spiritual teacher, have been that since 2005. Who are my disciples, then? Must have been some, throughout all these years of public teaching on the internet and in lectures on libraries. 

 

I now want to present to my readers some of those I think possibly could be candidates to being my disciples, although I do not think that they always recognize themselves as such. Okay, I do not want to force them to think of themselves as being my disciples, I now only want to speculate about who I think might be, or who I would like being my disciples. 

 

Jesus had 12 close disciples. I think I have at least 12 candidates of people who could be my disciples. Here is part 6 (the next one) of a list and presentations of every name (I will continue the list tomorrow):

 

 

 

Carl Uhnbom is a very strange phenomenon in Swedish poetry. If Walter Dan Axelsson has the best single poem of all my poet friends, Carl Uhnbom, a veteran poet, too, has the greatest amount of the best poems of all my poet friends. All his poems keep a very high standard, it is almost like hearing Stagnelius in our time. He is the most romantic of all my poet friends, and this is incredible, how he has kept the spirit of Stagnelius and the romantics of the nineteenth century, almost intact in himself and his poetry. How to describe this spirit? Let me say it this way; it is the out-of-fashion countryside warmth and cosyness and etheric platonic longing and dreaminess that characterized the Antiquity and the countryside up to the end of the nineteenth century. Something of the spirit in the warmest songs of Olle Adolphson, one of Sweden's greatest troubadours, songs like "Sigge Skoog".

 

Carl Uhnbom has kept that spirit, and it is incredible. It is a miracle. How is it possible? And how can anything like that go unnoticed in the literary world? Because, like Walter, Carl is virtually unknown in the media and the establishment. He is an underground poet, just like me and Walter.

 

I, Susanna Åkerman (virtually the inofficial leader of Swedenborgianism in Sweden and one of the leaders of the Romantic Society, Romantiska Förbundet) and several others in the underground world, acknowledge Carl as the best contemporary Swedish poet. He is better than Walter because he keeps such a high quality in all his poems, and the feelings in his poems are more pure and oldfashioned in the beautiful, good way. But he is also one of those martyrs of psychiatry, one of those who has been persecuted by psychiatry for his pure, original soul, which gives his work a stamp of nobility.

 

Carl has a background as an academic philosopher and psychologist from Stockholm University, but he has never told me about his merits there, if he has some degrees from there. But he is more like a philosopher than a psychologist. He is a philosopher of the romantic school, reminding of the romantic philosophers of the early nineteenth century. People like Schelling, the Schlegel brothers and Schiller.

 

Carl often attends the events of the Swedenborgian library (a big specialist library with Swedenborgian literature) in Stockholm, and likes to talk with the Swedenborgian pastor Andrei Vashestov, who is also a sort of philosopher, with broad humanistic education. Carl's spirituality is deeply affected by Swedenborgianism, because of this. He believes in the Spirit World and has been a member of the lovely Hare Krishna movement, but not any more. Many of Sweden's greatest authors, people like Almqvist, Strindberg and Ekelund, were influenced by Swedenborgianism. So Carl is not alone in this.

 

Carl has as a philosopher primarily written his thoughts down in the form of aphorisms, deep and brilliant such, very poetical, more poetical than those of Vilhelm Ekelund, another Swedenborg-disciple who was an aphorist.

 

Carl has not published anything, only read his poems publicly in many poetry recitation events around in Stockholm, usually small ones, for example in the radioprograms of Radio Totalnormal. I have an own publisher ("The Delta journal's publisher", "Tidskriften Deltas förlag") where I have published two collections of poetry, and my plan has been for a time, to publish a collection of Carl's best poems as the first book I want to publish in the future, if I get that opportunity. I think it's too late now with the coronavirus.

 

I and Carl have many similarities, among other things that we pray now and then publicly when others listen, when we walk in the streets or are with friends. That is, not as the fundamentalists, but like all holy men and women of God have done, talking loud to ourselves, conscious of the fact that God and the angels listen to what we say. It's the classical form of prayer among saints and holy fools. If you hear Carl do this, do not think he is mad, remember what I said here, and that I do it myself, very often, especially in crises.

 

Carl has also been homeless, living on the streets, for a period, which marked his being for good. He has said to me that he "learned the street" during that time. He survived, and got a flat at last, where I have been a guest once, together with my ex-girlfriend Titti. Carl knows how difficult it is to be homeless today, and have tried to help me.

 

I and Carl speak with each other almost in a trance way, the one often being uncertain what the other means, but yet continuing to speak with each other, interpreting each other with the help of the Holy Spirit. We speek so deep things, the secrets of the heart. Carl is such a deep thinker that you have to be really alert to be able to have a philosophical conversation with him. Almost all he says to me could be some deep aphorism in a book.

 

Once Carl will get his confirmation as a poet and philosopher, getting his name into the history books of the earth (the New Earth), and that will be a happy day for me, indeed. So much I love Calle Uhnbom.