Asha Elijah sings 'Teveled az Isten' (God is with you) in Hungarian, from his album "Egy Csepp Méz a Mennyből" (A Little Drop of Honey from the Sky"). This is a Hungarian poem by Ady Endre, set to music by Heinci Mika of Misztrál. CD/Download in 2025!

Ady Endre is regarded as perhaps the greatest Hungarian poet of the 20th century (and Hungary has many claimants to that title!) He died aged 42 just after WW1 ended, but his legacy is immense.

This is the poem in English:

You raise a faint word to God
And then God will be with you.

You lost your poor, orphaned self
God, If you are free, please help me.

Minutes-old friends have disappeared
But God is here in the meantime.

This beautiful life did not bring much joy
But God cared.

Faith; sorrow; acceptance; pain; prayer; surrender; fight; humility & transcendence; this is the Hungarian way.

I'm London-born & bred, but I migrated to Budapest in 2016 for spiritual, cultural & artistic reasons, following my heart and a strong & mysterious inner calling. My birth-mother is a Russian Jewess, and going way, way back the ancient Huns and some Jewish folk met and mingled in south, central Asia, south of the Urals.

Both Nimrod, a legendary, founding magyar King, and Ashkenaz, a Jewish patriarch were grand-sons of the biblical Noah; cousins in fact!

I live in Budapest and am trying to learn the language. The Hungarian tongue undoes every bit of logic an English-man possesses, which is handy as my search for unity with God requires me to do just that as well... to let go of all my conditioning, belief-systems and intellectual logic!

As it stands, I sing in Hungarian better than I speak or understand. I can talk passably about coffee, cake & God, but there's a lot in between that I still need to master!

Within half-an-hour I can be in the sacred Pilis mountains where I made this film. I'm often there, itself a transmission of the divine in nature. I collect my drinking water from source there, and all the natural springs are dedicated to the Holy Mother.

In the film I make a slight play on words, too. To say 'your word' in Hungarian is 'szódat', and to say 'soda' is 'szódát'! So I sing 'you raise a faint word to God' but put it to the image of raising a soda! Then I use Grail imagery of the water turning into wine!

In this nature I feel super-clear, inspired, held, healed & elevated. Just the other side of these ancient hills, about 40 kms further on towards the bend in the Duna (danube) and the Slovakian border (formerly part of the ancient Hungarian Kingdom), live the 5-piece humanist band Misztrál.

Misztrál, like the Hungarian poets, writers, Pálos monks & Táltos (shamen) keep the mission of Hungary & the Hungarians alive and flourishing. Hungary is sometimes known as the Christ of Europe, and a sense of higher love & Jesus-like Godliness pours into the planet through the many spiritual portals of this nation, like the water that we collect.

You can drink the love in Hungary!

That's not to say she doesn't have her political, social & economic wounds too, but deep down there's a spiritual pride in every Hungarian that's like a secret knowledge of the meaning of higher love. Sometimes this is dormant, or unconscious in the folk, but I feel it.

Curiously I feel it in my own much more strongly than I ever did in London. It's like being near an epi-centre, somehow. Well, in esoteric terms, the heart chakra of the whole planet is here in the Pilis mountains, at Dobogókő (which means 'beating stone'). Dobogókő is just 5 kms from where we collect our water.

The meaning of this is that it's like a portal between the worlds; Christ-consciousness, (higher love), pours into the planet from the spiritual world here. The planet's crown chakra is in Tibet, by the way, but the heart chakra is about love; "Love one another" as Jesus commanded.

I first came across Ady Endre with this poem:

On Elijah's chariot

The Lord summons Elijah-like
those whom he truly loves and tries.
He gives them racing, fiery hearts,
the flaming chariots of the skies.

Elijah's tribe rush toward the sky
toward the land of endless snow.
On Himalaya's frozen peaks
with clattering wheels the chariots go.

They are driven by winds of fate -
outcasts between the earth and sky.
Tempted by evil, chilling charms
the chariots of Elijah fly.

Their brains are ice, their souls are fire;
the earth laughs at them as her prey -
With cold and glinting diamond dust
the sun in pity strews their way.

Misztrál often refer to 3 great Hungarian poets with their songs; Ady Endre, József Attila & Radnóti Miklós. I love them all!

Ady Endre married his muse at the church I walk past for my language lessons on the Buda side of Budapest. There is a statue of József Attila 5 minutes from my little apartment in Pest, so I go and sit with him, by the Danube.

And Radnóti Miklós lived just over the road from me.

I feel very at home with these guys!