Θυμάμαι για χρόνια ολόκληρα να έχω μεγαλώσει σε μια ιδιαίτερα θρησκευόμενη οικογένεια αλλά και χώρα. Στο σχολείο μεταξύ άλλων μας μάθαιναν στο μάθημα των θρησκευτικών πως στο τέλος της ζωής μας γίνεται η μεγάλη κρίση όπου όλη η ζωή μας θα κριθεί απο τον Θεό και αντίστοιχα, με βάση τα πεπραγμένα μας είτε θα πάρουμε μια θέση στον παράδεισμο είτε στην κόλαση. Μπορώ να πώ πως σαν παιδί το μάθημα των Θρησκευτικών μάλλον αδιάφορο μου περνούσε. Ωστόσο θυμάμαι το αγαπημένο μου κομμάτι ήταν οι παραβολές. Μάλλον επειδή ήταν ωραία γραμμένες ιστοριούλες που τουλάχιστον είχαν ένα νόημα, υπήρχε κάτι να βγεί απο αυτές. Ασχέτως αν δε θυμάμαι τίποτα πλέον. Όχι ότι θυμόμουν γενικότερα αφότου περνούσαν λίγοι μήνες μετά τις εξετάσεις. Ούτως ή άλλως το σύστημα παιδείας αυτό, μόνο να μάθουμε δεν απαιτούσε, παρά μόνο να αποστηθίζουμε μεγάλα κείμενα έτσι ώστε ανούσια αυτά να τα περάσουμε αργότερα σε μια κόλλα χαρτί. Ενα σύστημα σάπιο απο τη βάση του. Κανείς δε μας έμαθε την ουσία των πραγμάτων.
Γεννιόμαστε φοβισμένοι. Ο φόβος μας μεταδίδεται απο γενιά σε γενιά όπως μεταδίδεται το ένστικτο των νεογέννητων θηλαστικών να ψάχνουν τη θηλη της μάνας τους ή όπως τα μόλις εκκολαφθεντα πτηνά ανοίγουν το στόμα όταν ακούν θόρυβο κοντά τους. Ο φόβος κυριεύει όλα τα όντα στη γη αφού η επιβίωση ειναι αεναος και ματαιος αγώνας. Ο άνθρωπος τον κουβαλάει ως κληροδότημα των προγόνων του που ζούσαν ελεύθεροι απο ιδέες. Ο φόβος πλέον εκτός απο γενετήσιος είναι κατά κύριο λόγο καλλιεργησιμος. Κατά κύριο λόγο όμως ο φόβος πάντα θα υπάρχει γιατί είμαστε καταδικασμένοι να γεννιόμαστε μέσα σε μια άβυσσο άγνοιας και έχουμε το βάρος να ανακαλύψουμε μόνοι μας την αλήθεια την διαχρονική και όχι αυτή των καιρών μας. Συνεχίζουν να μας τρομάζουν πράγματα που δεν είχαμε ποτε τη τύχη να γνωρίσουμε. Γι’ αυτο οφείλει η ζωή να ειναι μια συλλογή ιδίων εμπειριών για να απομυθοποιουμε μόνοι μας καταστάσεις και να απελευθερωνόμαστε σιγά σιγά απο φόβους που έχουν υπόσταση μόνο στο μυαλό μας. Το δύσκολο για πολύ κόσμο, ωστόσο, θα είναι να ξεχωρίσει ποιος φόβος προέρχεται απο τη φύση του ανθρώπου και ποιος του έχει καλλιεργηθεί συστηματικά ή μή.
I am a thinker, they say, and I can think better than you, just because I believe it and have 2-3 more people that do so.
I am an “activist”, they say, and the company I am promoting their “activism” pays me well for it.
Η Ιθάκη με έκανε αυτό που είμαι.
Ithaca made me what I am.
Ítaca se me ha hecho lo que soy.
Ítaca fez-me o que eu sou.
Τα’χουμε όλα και ζητάμε κι’ άλλα.
Έχουμε λίγα, ζητάμε κι’ άλλα.
Έχουμε πολλά, δε μας κάνουν,
Και εκεί που δεν έχεις τίποτα,
έχεις τα πάντα.
Και εκεί που έρχονται τα πάντα,
δε μπορείς να κρατήσεις το ένα.
Αλλά όλα λίγο κρατούν.
Τίποτα δε μένει ίδιο.
Σύντομα θα’ χεις λίγα,
και θα ζητάς και άλλα,
και έπειτα πάλι περισσότερα,
Και όλο λίγα θα’ χεις.
Καλύτερα έτσι όμως.
Today I have come to a conclusion after reading about Osho and his life.
Osho was a great philosopher and a highly spiritual person who was judged in his homeland, as it usually happens with people bringing free ideas and disrupt local societies and of course go against traditions and religions.
However, Osho’s acceptance by the Indian society has been great after his death. And that made me realise something I will explain below.
One might ask, why have I come to this conclusion after reading about Osho’s life. I don’t know. It could have happened on any other day and while reading the biography of any spirituous person whose work has been acknowledged post-portem.
Indian society is a very strict society in regards to traditions and beliefs. And exactly this intolerance for anything progressive or new is what had caused many women rapes, murders on the name of family pride and also the death of famous people who decided to go against the public opinion.
I personally believe that some people, through challenges they’ve been through their lives, either self assigned or by life itself, they reach a level, a spiritual level that is what freedom is all about. After fighting with people, ideas, beliefs, dogmas, political systems etc you can really get to see how trivial importance all these have when you reach the level of consciousness and realise what life is all about. Most people, when they reach this state, they try, out of excitement for their discovery, to pass this knowledge. I am still not sure and I might never be whether this process is a conscious or not process but for sure there is a reason why they feel it is essential to pass and share this knowledge which is a result of the combination of ones intellect and their life experience.
During the process of sharing this knowledge some will follow without a second thought, enchanted by the lyrical speech of the person.
Others might try to criticise and even try to hush them up, because their speech goes against their own benefits. Even these people, however, are aware of the importance of their speech. They silently recognise the greatness of their soul. But no matter what, in certain conditions they might even try to kill that person, sometimes for no personal reason, maybe because someone bribed them to do so. In other cases they will haunt them down and even expel them from their homeland for their progressive ideas. But out of a sudden, post-portem, they will be the biggest supporters of their speech. We have great examples in religions. People that lived at some point in the past and were heavily criticised when alive and later after-life were used as an idol to worship.
It seems to me that people cannot forgive the fact that one of them reached that point. That a human-like being reached a level that the average human mind couldn’t perceive. As long as the highly spirituous person is alive, people will never accept that they decided to not follow the path he or she took, the path of struggle. And that’s why most of these spiritual persons have a lonely life, with a very small circle of persons. Because people usually tend to see the surface which is the result, and not the struggle the person has gone through to get there.
Life is a big mystery and on the same time we pretend we know and understand a lot about it. Ask a scientist and they will tell you they know the truth when they have just got nuggets of the bigger truth that we will most likely never manage to see.
Socrates used to say that he knew only one thing, that he knew nothing!
And what a big truth that is.
We are born by accident which is not an accident. But as my parents use to remind me every now and then, my case was somehow an accident as my father was using a condom but the condom broke without being able to notice and that one out of millions spermatozoa that was later transformed into what I am right now managed to reach and penetrate my mother’s ovum resting in her uterus. Isn’t it this moment pure magic?
Is this really by accident or not? Are we born out of coincidence or there is something crazy enough for the average mind to perceive that manages all this? Which are the powers and the criteria that make the stronger spermatozoon reach the ovum? What is this power and where does it take its power and will this little creature to run towards it?
What is given, is that nowadays humans have managed to manipulate nature in a way. They manage to find the way to “inject” the spermatozoon into the ovum.
They can even select which one they want to insert. But from that time on very little can be done, although we have managed to monitor the whole process. But we still know very little about it.
And then we came to light and start to see the world here. We lived for many years being non conscious. And we still are not at all. However for sure we know a lot more than the humans that were living many centuries ago. Life evolves, as well as all the species. You can observe this, from the bacteria that change constantly their genes in order to survive to our own human species that is constantly changing its habits and believes.
It seems to me that it is a constant fight among all kind of lives in this world for survival. We try to do the best to stay here but little we know again about our future.
For example, little we know for the extinction of prehistoric mammals like Mammoths. We just assume, believing in theories.
In general, the human kind has been let’s say slave of its own theories. Somehow we are condemned to live like that.
Another assumption is that animals have no consciousness of their existence. But how can we be sure about it, since we don’t have the ability to be in their position?
And I am also sure that some of us have met people living with a bigger lack of consciousness than a dog or cat.
I also presumed once that I was able to see a dog being happy for being and acting as a dog and a cat being happy for being and acting as a cat and not giving a shit what a human thinks of them. Of course if I would ever be able to ask them if they are happy for behaving as a dog or cat, their reply would be something like this: “What the fuck human! What are you talking about? What does behaving like a cat or dog means?”
And the other day I remember of me wondering whether a human is happy for behaving as a human. But then I asked myself again what a human being is? And I wasn’t able to give an answer. We are a mammal for sure. But mammal is a word invented by humans. And ok, we share so many things with them. But then if you see each mammal separately they are all so different. They have even developed skills and managed to change their genes to adapt in an environment. And this is also magic. How a species is able to change its own genes? How could it be this possible? What is the power again that makes a living organism mutate? How is this mechanism enabled? Could we ever know about it? Of course there are many theories about it but still it seems crazy to me although it is not crazy. It looks like the drop of water that falls and take the shape of the container or gets absorbed by the soil or even evaporates. We are atoms who constantly change and either take shape or degrade. So, who decides what is the shape we take after all ? Which factors play important role in this interaction of atoms and material in general so that something forms shape? And why me right now am I thinking about this?
What made me write all this? I don’t even know. What I just remember is that I felt strange and the best thing I had to do is to start writing something. So maybe all this is an attempt to just feel better. If I feel better right now? Maybe.
Still, I know nothing I believe. But I will always search to learn more as long as this strange power keeps my shape as it is and makes me able to write down thoughts.
One thing I think I know. That today I am not the same person as the one yesterday. Everything changes. Nothing remains stagnant or permanent. Nothing! I think so at least.