Θύμηση

Εγώ εδώ, μέσα στην ασχήμια.

Σε αυτή την ασχήμια,

που άλλοι θεωρούν γοητευτική,

και άλλοι αποκρουστική.

Μα όλοι παραμένουν τελικά σε αυτή.

Εγώ εδώ λοιπόν.

Μέσα στην ασχήμια,

να νιώθω συγκίνηση,

αυτή που έρχεται,

εκεί, που δε τη περιμένεις.

Αυτή που κάθεται στα μάτια.

Όχι για την ασχήμια,

αλλά για την ομορφιά.

Την βραδιά εκείνη στο Ολίσσιπο,

όπου τα σώματα σμίξανε.

Και η μαγεία αυτή κατέκλυσε,

κάθε κύτταρο του σώματος μου.

Και αλλάξαμε εκείνη την μέρα.

Όχι εμείς, το μυαλό μας.

Και είναι εκείνες οι στιγμές,

που συνειδητοποιείς τη δύναμη της έλξης,

τη δύναμη που σε πάει μακριά,

αλλα και σε φέρνει κοντά.

Τί και αν είσαι μακριά,

η θύμηση πάντα θα μένει η ίδια.

Το ίδιο και οι στίχοι.

Όχι αυτοί, αλλά οι άλλοι.

Ποιός να ξέρει που θα καταλήξουν.

 

By Þoð.

Απληστία ή Ένδεια;

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.

By Þoð.

Death – Father and mother of god

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.

Mystery of life

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.

Society of fear

The biggest fear of a state is to not have your data stored.
Your consent is their existence.

They told you, obey, and we’ll provide food.

But then they took it away because you were a bad boy or girl.

And you then were afraid you need them. Because you needed food.

They told you, obey, and we will provide housing.

And then they took it away because you were a non productive human being.

They told you, obey, and we will provide money.

And then they reduced the power of the money they gave you. And you were afraid again and you needed to work more and more to pay for the food and the house.

They told you, obey, and you handed over your freedom out of fear,
the freedom you never appreciated, because you were most likely not born free.
Because freedom is won and not donated.

Ode to Paco de Lucía and disgust for modern states.

Ode to Paco de Lucía and disgust for modern states.

Today, and as usual, while I was listening to music, I started for once more to admire the work of the famous guitarist Paco de Lucía who was born in Cadiz area, what we call today Southern Spain, an important historical region.

The Andalusian sound has always made me feel something deep. There is a relationship I can not easily explain. Maybe because the music from the area breaths out the history, the passion, the pain of the people having lived there for thousands of years. Maybe that’s why. Maybe…

Very often I get intrigued by the personal life of artists I admire. That has happened again today. I went once more and searched for the life details of Paco de Lucía.
Today I learned he had to move to Amsterdam at a certain point of his life to get married with the person that happened to be his first partner in life because the family of hers was not accepting him and caused many problems as an attempt to prevent this from happening (His wife was coming from a family with direct relations to Franco regime, if that is considered important at all to mention here).
Finally, after 20 years of living together with his first wife, the marriage was brought to divorce and he found peace and love in the land of Mexico, having settled there until the end of his life.

After his life was brought to an end (two years ago), of course the “Spanish” Media (there is no such thing actually, since the whole term Spanish is disputable by me, as the state named as Spain is very modern in regards to its history and consists of autonomous regions with unique culture per region and very often a distinct language which just shared the same roots with any Romanic language) started to pay homage to Paco de Lucia and even the person who is supposed to be the prime minister in Spain (Mariano Rajoy) came out and gave the condolences to his family on a very typical and queasy speech like the ones political people use to give every time an important personality passes away.
A year after his death, the municipality of Madrid named a metro station after his name to pay this way the tribute to his work.

Why I am saying all this might someone ask.
Well, while I kept reading about him I found an image which I am sharing here for everyone to see. The image is a wine barrel with a few words written and signed by Paco de Lucía. These words were written a few years before his first marriage. And I personally believe this has a lot to say.
The messages says in Spanish “¿Porque no me dejais vivir aquí?” which is translated to “Why don’t you (plural) let me live here?”.  That means that Paco most likely felt as a stranger in his own land or maybe he was feeling that the society was putting him obstacles to be who he likes to be.
This is nothing new of course as this is exactly the way how societies work and add pressure on people living there.  But having personally lived in Spain for a while, I have seen there many similarities on that matter with the society I was born. That is to say, how the families and society ask pressure to their members, suffocating them this way at times.
Maybe that’s why Paco also left Spain after the separation with his first wife and since their kids were old enough to take care of themselves. Because he might had felt that at that point there was nothing to keep him there.

As any authentic artist, he must have felt the weight and the anguish of being and thinking different while being surrounded by people who try to make you feel the same with them.

And here it comes the point I would like to touch. That usually societies, even your own family sometimes, will criticise you, put you obstacles and even make you feel terrible for being yourself but it all comes finally on how important you are. If you are famous enough they will out of a sudden glorify and appraise you but that has nothing to do with how the artist feels about it. And his words have said enough in that case. It was not by accident that he decided to write this!
However, when you are not in life anymore, even if you turned your back to that place while you were alive, modern states have learned to rob and use your star for their own benefit. That’s what Rajoy did or the Prince of Asturias did when they Publicly decided to give condolences to his family on a pretentious way to pay tribute to his work, the only way they have learned to work on.
No matter what, the name of the artist will remain alive not because they named a metro station in Madrid or they publicly gave condolences, rather because the work of the artist is a product of his own intellect and people have recognised its value. And it remains there alive. Because an artist has been sacrificed and dedicated their own life to it. Paco was aware of this and a few years before his death realised how vain is to do things for profit, saying this:
“Allí es donde de verdad disfruto en Playa del Carmen, con su mar tranquilito. Voy, me alquilo una casa y me dedico a la pesca submarina. Y luego me cocino lo que he pescado y ya está. No quiero más que eso. Ahora pienso mucho en el tiempo, que ya no tengo tanto. Por primera vez creo que tengo que darme prisa y quedarme más tiempo en casa y dedicarme a componer, que es en definitiva lo que va a quedar. Los conciertos se los lleva el aire».
Which means:
“There it is, where I really enjoy the beach of Carmen (In Caribbean, Mexico), with its tranquil waters. I am renting a house and I spend my time spear fishing. Afterwards, I am cooking what I’ve caught before and that’s it. I don’t want more than this. Now, I am thinking a lot about the time, now that I don’t have much left. For the first time I think I have to hurry and stay more at home and focus on composing music, and that’s exactly what it’s going to remain. The concerts are taken by the wind”

Also, regarding his political view he said a very big truth which was also a self-critique, allow me to say:

“Fui de izquierdas hasta que gané los dos primeros millones de pesetas. Cuando los guardé en el banco, que no hice ni escuelas ni se lo di a los niños de África, cuando no hice nada por los demás con ese dinero, desde ese día no volví a decir públicamente que era de izquierdas”.

I was a leftist until I gained my first two million Pesetas. When I kept it at the bank, when I didn’t make any school, neither gave it for children in Africa, when I did nothing for anyone else with this money, from that time on I never said again publicly that I was a leftist.

Paco didn’t have a nationality for sure. He was one of his own. He didn’t need someone to define him, that’s why he is still alive.

Hasta siempre Paco de Lucía. Your music is still here.

A nice and interesting video here for the ones who have never heard his voice https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOvEob7j7qs