I have dreams of Bach as an eagle playing the organ with his wings. This sight is mighty and powerful. I always did suspect that Bach was a master at shape-shifting, and I like it very much when I get this confirmed by the eagle itself as Bach. I ask the organ-playing eagle: ‘who are you?’ and the answer is: ‘I’m Bach, of course.’ I like the ‘of course’ part, as it has just that kind of magic in it that interests me. Between worlds, this vision is as real as the very cantata 27 which Bach wrote, and whose third movement is based on the verse in the book of Isaiah 40: 31: “but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” I’m thinking today of the work on my peace of mind, the work that must transcend my ambivalence. When prompted also by a line in a poem sent to me by a friend: “a superstition is a poetic license” – thanks Enrique Enriquez – I get this thought crossing my head, that the earth sings – thanks also to Annette Høst. A superstition is the sign of the shape-shifters. Bach is my spirit helper, and together with my other totems from the animal kingdom we perform magic. The kind of magic that entices us to keep doing what we’re doing and believe that we can only get better at creating magical realities. Happy birthday, Bach. Thanks for flying (with) me to the stars, to the underworld, here and in space.