I have a huge and ever expanding arsenal of teaching tools and psychotherapy tools. These tools often overlap since they are multifunctional.

One of the latest additions are these 50 ‘Gefühlskarten’.

They are so beautiful anyone with a spark left is touched by them.

With the most numbed students I don’t use them, cause their beauty and innocence would be wasted on those zombies (at the moment I have one or two zombie clients, I keep them around to study the zombies in our world and what the predator system does to people who didn’t grow up with people to really nurture them emotionally).

These cards even work as an ice breaker to my own soul. I have students who react to them more enthusiastically than I do. I think they are not as scarred as I am. Still, they thaw me too. Enough to blog about them. I rarely blog about what I actually do during classes.

So for example, in one lesson these cards help to teach students 50 words expressing emotions and we often also use them to start some conversation in German.

Lately I’ve been asking myself why I still teach languages. I could switch to selling products, content creating and psychotherapy clients entirely.

Even as a billionaire I’d keep most – definitely not all – of my language students, because we have a unique synergy going on. They learn from me, I learn from them.

Oh and that one thing I risk if I woke up as a billionaire?

I would be very, very tempted to ditch those few zombie, parasitic clients, who give me nothing, who only take, who can’t reciprocate in any way any time I opt to choose something REAL with them.

But if I’d always cut these passion parasites, who mostly use me as some kind of AI programme with a beating heart, I would stop learning about how very damaged this world really is. It’s not those people’s fault they ended up that way, they never had a chance giving their upbringing and personality. So maybe as a billionaire, instead of cutting them, I would risk conflicts. Because maybe I would keep them around and truly mirror back to them how shitty they are, how delusional, how arrogant. I can tell you more about that in a password protected post.

I can’t fully appreciate the beauty of these cards as some of my far less mauled clients, but I do see it. They do awake my childhood innocence and goodness.

I just know I have to share that innocence and goodness only with those who have earned my fire.