She was listening to the drops on her umbrella, thinking what am I trying to be protected from? What is the worst thing that can happen if I become wet to the core? Am I made of sugar? Am I going to be melted? What’s your problem here, my dear persona? You used to think of umbrellas as useless things.
Are you hiding from the sky? Are you afraid of being exposed to its “eyesight”? Do you refuse to leave the ground? Is this an obstacle between you and the bridge of light?
Is your image so important? Will wetness spoil your un-wrinkled clothes? Are you asking for validation from the ones that bow down in front of icons?
What about the other fields of life? Do you hold there invisible umbrellas? Do you raise walls between yourself and loving human fellas?
Are your feelings shrink-ed the same way you squeeze your body in your umbrella’s range? Did you put your previous openness in a dark and punishing mental cage?
Are you deaf or do you refuse to listen to the concert of Nature’s orchestra? There’s a continuous musical calling; loosen your flesh and dance, dance!
She looked at her dirty shoes that had attracted at the rain’s peak wet dust from the street without this being really catastrophic.
The questions of the Voice put her recent past’s mentalities under the rain, and washed them, freeing her mind from useless boundaries.
A man was coming towards her and he couldn’t stop laughing thinking “people are mad nowadays” as she passed by him dancing.
He detected something black on the ground through the heavy falling drops; an umbrella was abandoned there having served its purpose.
That elf gave him a second chance, and he was about to accept the gifts. He was going to become a kid again, keeping the knowledge of his 50’s.
All those years he had seen that everything would be different if the tools of adulthood were available in the early years.
Reading, searching, analyzing, writing, digging inside, to bring all the unconscious under the consciousness’s light.
A day was born once more, as the Sun faced this side of the Earth. The diary was ready to go “back” to one year after his birth.
The elf came and asked again Are you sure about this, my friend? He answered by nodding, although his intuitionrang a bell.
The elf provoked a whirlwind that lifted him into the upper atmosphere. He passed through layers of different colors into the past’s parallel sphere.
His mom was putting him to bed in the room that smelled of kid’s soap, after that warm bath in the tab that always made senses wake up.
His fifty-year-old conscience with many wounds healed tried to react accordingly to create different relationships.
But what seemed to be a privilege was the basic problem now, because memories weren’t erased; they were there, confusing him somehow.
Not only he remembered and experienced the past for the second time, but he also remembered a future now; the version he had left “behind”.
That future would be different because his reaction to the stimuli would pass through different filters; the ones of the evolved “I”.
Knowing why his parents acted as they did, having seen, explained, forgiven their mis-takes, he tried to make them realize fast their unconscious motives, their traps, and nets.
A realization was developed gradually, and came as a “surprise” after three years. Most of the things he wanted them to see they didn’t see them,as it appears.
They experienced some epiphanies during that life-cycle, but many things remained unseen; it wasn’t their timing for that.
One day the elf came above his bed with a smile of understanding. Your intuition tried to warn you, but obviously, you had to live this.
What was your purpose then, my friend? To push the widening of your parents? Each human being expands itself when they’re ready and do their own process.
You did a great part of that for yourself; that’s the only person you can change. Things do happen differently now, but it’s not the version you expected.
Your wider horizons could be a lantern to their path even with your 50’s body, before accepting my gift. But this would be just a trigger, a light. It’s up to the one who walks to use it as they please.
Did you do your own expanding to correct “mistakes” of others? You can’t, and you have no right! Finding their Selves is their business.
Because, if this would be possible the species could never be upgraded. It would be a kid with overprotected parents who never let it stand on their feet.
Your intention was good although it shows that you still have a bit of a need for self-affirmation through external factors; correcting others to prove your skills.
You have already proven to yourself that you have the courage to alchemize simple metals of the past into the gold of pure existence.
This way you are for many a living proof that it is possible for all to make the just-fleshy part of them be assimilated by their inner god.
But being an inspiration as you are is different from you forcing them to make an eight-meter jump while they just reached the one of four meters.
That noetic loving willpower that inspired the Cosmos to create itself, never pushes for anything; true love can never be freedom-less.
Our friend was listening carefully crying from relief because he realized that his recent experience fully coordinated with these words.
Now that what he used to read had become knowledge through experience, a river of light in his thorax united heart and brain with mind’s essence.
The elf sensed that and told him You’ll pass through the layers once more. His body became physically fifty years old, but he felt more than ever his loving core.
Under the permanent threat of Recep’s war-friendly mentality, we buy and buy again killing stuff, filling our armory. His unpredictable psychology is fed by his dream of resurrecting the Ottoman Empire, and become a «king». Many of our politicians also find the opportunity for deals that build their financial security for as long as they’ll live. Intermediaries rub their hands, waiting with anticipation their part of the golden pie; who gives a shit about the nation? Taxes are paid, military equipment is multiplied, while our hospitals don’t have toilet paper; the patient has to bring it! A part of our dept has been created by deals that were done under the table; being a Greek civilian seems to be fun… Average income at around six hundred euros. Pensions were cut; we had to save the German banks, folks! Oh, Greece of the now, with your bright ancient depth and spirit! You haven’t understood, you haven’t learned yet how to utilize it. You are dragged by those who stand and walk firmly on the fundamentals you contributed to be built. So, let’s burn these archives, the texts, the Knowledge of our deep, insightful past. Put there the contracts, the agreements for austerity measures, and clean the …dust. Fire, then! This is the right method for getting rid of values and qualities we find unnecessary. Burn everything down! To us, for now, freedom is scary.
Revolutions don’t need guns; just wider society’s “eyesight”
Progress and regression are holding hands. Society walks on both philanthropic and misanthropescenic paths. Viruses are real, and so are the interests of the minority they serve. Every crisis has people who make a fortune in parallel. Smartphones and laptops are steps forward, but for these, poor workers in Africa suffer to mine the cobalt. Massive info-flow on the internet-land gives the impression of speech’s freedom, but what happened to Julian? Democracy gives power to the people, and then their representatives become indirectly dictators. Police are here to keep the order on the streets, and they often do it by beating up different colors of skin. We are not apathetic onlookers without responsibility. We are the society, and we have the ability to use our critical thinking more often, not to be fed by the “junk-food” of TV-channels, to observe and perceive the whole image, not parts of it at which the world’s “bosses” point their steely fingers. Let’s see the whole forest, not just one tree. Let’s delimit our perception and choose what and how to think. The plutoligarchy that plays the “monopoly” board game on the world-map has to hear us say “enough is enough.”