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Dear
friend: Happy!
This is the first and fittest word to describe this first step
towards the people outside of Greece, towards you, with this letter in
my poor English but with the humble added benefit of my interesting
experience. Who am I?
That's a good question. I
was born in Iraklion, on the island of Crete in Greece. As a child I was influenced by the Cathedral of Saint Minas
and the jewelry shop of my father (the watches, the gold, etc.). Eros
and Death are the Scylla and Charybdis I have been defying ever since. I have, since then, understood a lot of things, phenomena, miracles, negativities, etc. The only thing I did not want to understand and accept is the atomic bomb. One
can easily obtain an atomic bomb in our days.
Many believe that the more atomic bombs, the better for peace.
I disagree. The
day of Hiroshima, the blood-circle closed after thousands of years.
The danger of the total catastrophe of the planet was now
present. But what comes
next? I can't say.
I am searching to find out.
Let's say I am a seeker of Truth.
Also I am a Greek professional songwriter.
And out of this complicated and complete experience - at this
very moment - desiring to communicate with any intelligent sensitive
person on the planet, I make use of this website, I make use of
technology, because the general situation on our beloved Earth is
"condition red" for the first time in the history of mankind.
Can it be saved? Can
we save it? Or must we be
saved first? Is
it worth worthwhile and reasonable to make an effort or is it useless? So,
I take a step, through this site, towards every single person, in my
particular brand of English, like writing a letter to a friend.
Nothing to be afraid of, nothing to lose.
Anyway, we are at "condition red". Let
it be, then, or don't let it be. That's
the way God speaks and manifests himself if he really exists.
And we can ask God: Do you want to save the planet and establish
a new order between things and miracles?
If Earth for you is a mere detail, for us it is everything.
Let's compromise. Waiting
for an answer, we can make clear that every person who contemplates or
attempts blowing up the planet in its own name must be sentenced to
loving the planet. His logic belongs to the past.
Let's throw it away with the atomic bombs. We
love the whole of human history. But we must express and serve what is new. In every time and in every situation the new is there, hidden but present. Can
we find ten points on which we can agree?
That every man breathes or has the right to breathe, to drink
water, to have a house, to love or to be loved etc. Can
we
humanize humanity again? We
have to compare things with the best.
Not the worst. The
worst also exists. It is
almost our very existence. It
is a matter of will and decision where to go. West
and East, North and South. Riches
and poverty, overpopulation and overproduction, quantity and quality,
simple people and the gifted, the ninety-nine degrees and the hundredth
degree. The circle. We
live in squares. We have to
remember the circle again, before we find that we have vanished into
virtual reality, deeply in the mirror. We
can't go back. We can't
step into the same river twice. But
the circle means the ONE of the world.
From the cannibal to Jesus.
The cannibal is the first degree; Jesus is the hundredth.
We are between the two of them.
In the laboratory of the Universe we have a role to play.
We play between logic and mystery. And
what's new? How do we feel it? I
know from song writing. To
express what is new you don't throw away the past, tradition.
Tradition tells you what and how.
Nothing can be lost. The
fear of death is an illusion. What
is new here is that the planet is in danger from Nature and human
activities, such as "el Niño", the greenhouse effect,
etc. This is a fact.
This is also a dialectical element, the one pole.
The other is the opposite. Out
of this situation can planet and humans, and life generally, emerge safe
and renewed, as it has happened various times in the past?
The present is the most important.
Tradition would show the way, the idea.
Let's listen carefully. Existence
knows. We know but we don't
remember. Amnesia is the
characteristic of quantity. The
cosmic consciousness is there, everywhere.
And this is not a verbalism.
Not a part of hoping. It's
truth as I feel it. Let
it be. Sincerely
yours, Emmanuel
Rassoulis Deva Parinito In any case, I wish you all the best for the New Year.
When Osho was arrested in Aghios Nikolaos, Crete on March 6 1986, I was there. And obviously, since I was Cretan and thought quite highly of myself, I was insulted beyond all measure! In the land of Xenios Zeus! In the land of Kazantzakis! In my land! The idea of holy revenge flooded my very being. All those responsible had to pay for this. For Crete and for the world. Osho, however, in his own way told me: "They must be forgiven but not forgotten because they will do it again. Face them with love and understanding." I remember it as if it were now. He stood before me for some time looking at me. I was sitting on a step in the yard of the beautiful house of the Greek filmmaker Nikos Koundouros with two musician acquaintances of mine playing Greek songs. Indeed, he danced to one of mine, which since then has become my favourite. He looked at me with those incredible eyes of his with an expression of boundless love while making the Namastè greeting. I could not endure that wonderful look and lowered my eyes. At a loss for words, I said: "Yes, I will forgive them." But I did not believe it. Since then things have occurred which even the best scriptwriters of Hollywood could not imagine. And I am writing this intentionally to state that the American establishment does not have the dialectical relationship of things and miracles in its back pocket. It also is a part of becoming. And the advocates and propagandists of the American model wrongly identify what is good for mankind with what is good for the USA. I comprehend their passion and desperation but there are such dimensions and reversals that even the wisest of the wise of antiquity was compelled to say: "One thing I know: that I know nothing." On March 6 1986 I was transformed into a Burning Bush. I burned my fingers on the responsibility. And when, four years later, Osho left his body - a month earlier I had been in Puna and we had exchanged books and autographs - I descended literally to the anus of the abyss and rose after some time. Down there it was as though I experienced Groundhog Day, as though time had frozen along with my blood. Et maintenant, que veux je faire? An immeasurable ideological vacuum was spread over the "hapless" human race. As if the antidote had disappeared and all that remained was the poison. And yet I was recalling and processing in a mysterious way all that I had heard him speak about and dwell on. However, I focused particularly on two of his sayings and they became my turbines: "Nature knows" and "Be a realist". I allowed these two thoughts to devour my flesh on outings, in silences, at recordings, in lavatories, while eating popcorn or ice cream. Since childhood I had stored up enough material and now the mill was grinding it. Entering the crescendo of the information age, news, gnosiology and information interact at a stunning rate. The holy puzzle begins to manifest itself as the confluence brings its components to a red-hot state to achieve a synthesis, to close a cycle and perhaps to open a new one. For me, despite all my questions and inhibitions, Osho was the Pole Star and the wind of liberation. The definitive point after thousands of years. He cannot have departed and left us high and dry and helpless in the face of the ultimate tempest. Another saying of his played the role of a propeller inside of me, what he had said shortly before he left: "I have absolute trust in existence." His vision was a vision of Mother Nature. Of Creation. Of God. I realized this, day by day, purifying and cultivating the primordial light within me. And behold then. At the very moment I am writing this text, it is 98% confirmed that this is how things are. And it is good that they are so. I like them and I enjoy them despite the fact many times I spit my soul into the mud. And let's say that what I've written so far was the appetizer. Now we come to the main course. We are all living on a certain planet with its geographies, astronomical interrelationships, events, histories, time-space behaviours, rules of the game, races, continents, genders, nations, occupations, individual egos, collective subconsciences, ozone layers with holes, icecaps that melt, periodic catharses. And this is because the planet Earth is a living organism. On the one hand, a detail in cosmological infinity. On the other, however, infinitely significant for each and every one of us. Every one of us, who is a unique entity coming from somewhere and on its way like a drop going to the ocean. And so it came about, like I said at the beginning, that I was born on Crete, being conceived by my parents - thanks to Nature's mania for synthesis - during the Second World War and born a few weeks after Hiroshima, a red letter day, as was the day of Osho's enlightenment. Hiroshima signalled the closing of the circle of blood of the house of Atreides as the enlightenment of Osho signalled the beginning of a new world. And this is the point where I allow the word utopia to enter. Osho used this word several times, saying: "I am accused of being a Utopian." He was, however, particularly aware that while he taught the ultimate significance of Silence, he also comprehended the meaning of History - he mentioned the word epos many times - which was for him an existent canvas, like raw marble for a sculptor. The synthesis for which he strove with all his being was without precedent, despite the fact that this wonderful synthesis has occurred in the past. In the depths of History. He stressed that this occurs for the first time because the past is of no use anymore, that insufferable, beloved past. Here, then, is a fine point, which I want to illuminate since I feel that the timing is right for it to happen. I would like to emphasise - and I establish the case with facts - that the synthesis of rationalism and transcendence (which are anyway contained in the cosmic essence), of the material and spiritual world, existed - as a climactic moment - but at specific periods of time and specific geographical locations, one of which is Crete. Those who launch the word "Utopia" like Greek Fire against those who dream, speak and act on behalf of a society without barbarism, without wars, without the absolute obscenity and, especially in our days, without the threat of a conclusive catastrophe of our beloved planet, those people distort the historical facts. Since
there has existed, albeit once, a harmonious, peaceful, wealthy and
strong society with happy citizens and the dolphin, not the lion, hawk,
or crocodile as its "coat of arms", it is possible for it to
exist once more at a higher level.
Ouspensky is quite specific when he states that there have been
cultures superior to the current one.
And it was not without reason that his teacher Gurdjieff made the
journey to and remained for a considerable length of time at the Great
Pyramid, which the ancient Greeks called "the miracle of
miracles", the creation of a culture - and not the static tomb of a
ruler intolerant of other beliefs - insurmountable and admirable, which
suffered the blows of many purges of the planet, among which were four
cataclysms which almost eradicated it.
And they remained scattered, remarkable monuments: the pyramids
of Egypt, Mexico, China, the Peloponnese; monuments to those lost in the
cataclysms, but built as stone libraries with time charts, encrypted
knowledge or wisdom so that mankind can rediscover the thread of Ariadne
in the course of the repetitions of the cycle. So,
I too, for such and such a reason, went from Crete to the Great Pyramid
on September 22 2001, because according to one theory, expressed
wonderfully and lucidly by the American researcher Tom Valentine, on
that specific day or night the esoteric time chart of the pyramid was to
have run its course after 6,000 years.
This is why I went there, scaled it illegally by night, sang
Cretan songs, gave thanks to the ancestors, so worthy of adoration and
wise, for their heritage and wished mankind all the best. On
the other hand, according to several theories and approaches, the Great
Pyramids were built by the Hyksos, who were the remnants of the large,
coherent and extinct culture of Aigealia (of the Aegaean), which had its
apex in Crete. According to many French, British and other investigators
this was definitely the so-called "Lost Atlantis", a dreamlike
socio-geographic experience, which, though lost, remains as a golden
nostalgia, the golden age that feeds the passion and the ingredients for
its reinstatement, for its repetition on a higher level. Crete
is where this supreme achievement was made real.
Crete nourished the sweet memory of Pangaea and founded the
oracle at Delphi, the Olympic games and magical and specified cities in
Japan, in China, in Rajahstan, all over the Mediterranean, in Ireland
and in Amazonia. Crete
was, according to Homer, the land of the Makares,
of the "blissful people".
The discussion about Atlantis, which we find in Plato's Timaeus,
is, according to Michel de Grèce, a photographic depiction of
Crete. Free of
fortifications, free of temples, enjoying an enviable good life, with
woman held in high esteem and the spirit also held in high esteem.
The Minoan period came later along with the historical model and
the descent of the Dorians to the island.
Recognised archaeology and historiography will not be long in
accepting the existence of this magnificent culture under the pressure
and proliferation of independent investigators and proofs as they become
available and render the holy puzzle clearer. The
Synthesis, which Osho re-embodied twenty-five centuries after
Pythagoras, did exist. It
was being destroyed for certain reasons, which existence knows.
It created the two hemispheres: that of western extroversion and
eastern introversion. The
planet, however, is an integral whole, round and dear, like a football
or basketball. Let's
re-illuminate, then, with the light of historiography and archaeology
the slogan: Yes to yes and yes to no. Yes
to wholeness because only in wholeness can we find what is Holy, what is
divine. And
we are reliving the totality. And
we have the experience and the qualifications to take a more pleasant
and honest inventory of the elements and dare another attempt at the
Holy Puzzle. I
doubt if even Nirvana,
the grandmother of Utopia, is absolved from the shiver, the relation and
interdependence with matter, because as Heraclitus and all the
pre-Socratic philosophers said: the Cosmos is one.
Osho proved it once again. We
have the responsibility, the weight and the grace to rescue, to cure and
to be happy with it, embodying the "ζειν,
ευ ζειν,
γνωθι σεαυτον"
("life, the good life, know thyself") of the ancient Greeks. The
new thing that Osho was talking about was that which is oldest,
unaltered, timeless, immortal; that which gives meaning to the
individual parts and the scattered elements in the dark. . That's
how it is. If you knock, it
will open. You will
discover, it will disclose itself. But
what if, Heaven forbid, the planet has decided for whatever reason to
obliterate itself? Let's
investigate this scenario too. Surely
the recyclings will be interpreted using mathematical and sociological
terms. Under
the condition that we deepen our self-observation.
In our meditation. From
there and beyond, we will find the golden mean of the planet, the
centrifugal and centripetal element of the confluence and we will
regenerate anthropocentrism. Without the presence of Osho I could never have made these thoughts, this small investigation in distilling the pureblooded certainty that the antidote is here and now. What is dramatically interesting is that the same people who pursued Osho are the same ones who are distorting or suppressing the historical data that vindicate Osho. Whether they understand that the planet may be lost and they along with it or whether they believe that somehow the will be the only ones to escape, that is another chapter which is to follow, full of content, suspense, and existent reality.
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