21.600

21.600 breaths

 The (15) Nityas (or Eternities) of Lalita ("She Who Plays") represent the fifteen lunar days (or tithis) of the waxing Moon. The full circle of the Nityas also represents the 21,600 breaths a human being takes in a full day and night.

 Other than the absence of water the one thing we need before that is breathing. Breathing is the foremost important procedure we humans need to do in order to stay "alive"(?). One could call it "the one instinctive function". One cannot stop breathing at will.

 The Sri Yantra is a form of mystical diagram (known as a yantra) that represents the goddess in her form of Shri Lalita or Tripura Sundari, "the beauty of the three worlds" - Bhoo, Bhuva and Swa (Earth, Atmosphere and Sky). Four isosceles triangles with the apices upwards, representing Shiva or the Masculine. Five isosceles triangles with the apices downward, symbolizing female embodiment Shakti. Thus the Sri Yantra also represents the union of Masculine and Feminine Divine. Because it is composed of nine triangles, it is known as the Navayoni Chakra. Together the nine triangles are interlaced in such a way as to form 43 smaller triangles in a web symbolic of the entire cosmos .


Pavlos - vlospa kasbe

21.600 αναπνοές

 Τα (15) Νίτυα (ή αιωνιότητες) της Λαλίτα ("Εκείνη που προσεύχεται") εκπροσωπεί τις δεκαπέντε ημέρες ή (Τίθις) του Αύξων Μηνίσκου (όπου το φεγγάρι αρχίζει να φαίνεται και να μεγαλώνει σε μέγεθος). Ο πλήρης κύκλος των Νίτυα επίσης εκπροσωπεί τις 21.600 αναπνοές ένας άνθρωπος παίρνει σε μια ημέρα και νύχτα.

 Πέρα απ'την απουσία νερού το ένα πράγμα που χρειαζόμαστε πρωτίστως είναι η αναπνοή. Η αναπνοή είναι η πιο σημαντική λειτουργία που εμείς οι άνθρωποι χρειαζόμαστε για να παραμείνουμε "ζωντανοί"(?). Ένας θα μπορούσε να την αποκαλέσει "τη μία ενστικτώδη λειτουργίας". Ένας δε μπορεί να σταματήσει να αναπνέει κατά βούληση.

 To Sri Yantra είναι μία μορφή μυστικού διαγράματος (γνωστό ως yantra) το οποίο εκπροσωπεί τη Θεά στη μορφή της Shri Lalita ή Tripura Sundari, "η ομορφιά των 3 κόσμων" - Bhoo, Bhuva και Swa (Γη, Ατμόσφαιρα και Ουρανός). 4 ισοσκελή τρίγωνα με τις κορυφές προς τα πάνω εκπροσωπούν τον Shiva ή το αρσενικό. 5 ισοσκελή τρίγωνα με τις κορυφές προς τα κάτω, εκπροσωπούν τη γυναικεία μορφή Shakti. Έτσι το Sri Yantra επίσης εκπροσωπεί  την ένωση αρσενικού και θηλυκού θεϊκού. Επειδή αποτελείται από 9 τρίγωνα, είναι γνωστό ως Navayoni Chakra. Μαζί τα 9 τρίγωνα είναι συνυφασμένα έτσι ώστε να σχηματίζουν 43 μικρότερα τρίγωνα σε ένα συμβολικό ιστό ολόκληρου του κόσμου.


Παύλος - vlospa kasbe

Θυμάσαι; - Remember?

 Όταν ήμασταν ακόμα... "εμείς". Μάθαμε πολλά σ'ένα μικρό χρονικό διάστημα. Και θα μάθουμε περισσότερα σ'ένα μικρότερο χρονικό διάστημα (σαν γένος, οι άνθρωποι). Ωστόσο ξεχνάμε μέρα με τη μέρα ένα και μόνο ένα σημαντικό γεγονός.

 Γεννηθήκαμε άνθρωποι. Καταντήσαμε οι δουλειές μας.
Τι ειδικότητα/ες έχεις, πόσο καλά/πολύ έχεις εκπαιδευτεί, από ποιον και πόσο καλά έχεις βαθμολογηθεί, τι προϋπηρεσία έχεις, που, πόσο καιρό, που δουλεύεις, τι θέση, πόσες ώρες, πόσα βγάζεις... Ααχ.. Πονάει το κεφάλι μου. Σταματάω. 

 Συνεχίζω. Απ'όταν βγήκαμε από'κει μέσα, μας καβαλήσαν σα γαϊδούρια και μας βάλανε μπροστά ένα ρολόϊ να κρέμεται από ένα καλάμι και τρέχουμε ξωπίσω του να πιάσουμε τους δείχτες. "Να σώσουμε χρόνο". Κυνηγάμε να αποκτήσουμε κάτι που έχουμε.. Χρόνο!

Βαρέθηκα.

 Να γλιτώσουμε χρόνο να γλιτώσουμε λεφτά. Κάτι που δεν έχουμε και κάτι που μας είναι άχρηστο.

Υ.Γ.: Αν σταματήσω τώρα να γράφω θα γλιτώσω χρόνο? Από τι?



Remember?

 When we were still... "us". We learned a lot in a short time. And will learn even more in an even shorter time (as a species, humans). However we forget day by day and only one important fact.

 We were born humans. We ended up being our jobs.
What is your profession/s, how well/much have you been trained, from who and how well have you been graded, what kind of experience you habe, where, how long, where you work, what position, how many hours, how much you make.. Aah.. My head aches. I stop.

 I continue. Since we got out of there, they rode us like donkeys and put in front of us a 

I got bored

 To save time to save money. Something that we have and something that's useless to us.

P.S.: If i stop writing now will i save time? From what?


Παύλος - vlospa kasbe

Hide and seek

 For the wrong thing. Find something to look for. Tragically ironic, and even iconic. I mean how does "the self" look like? No need to think it too much. There is no why, there's just what there is, all around. So leave it like that i suggest.

 The self. I mean... What do i actually mean? What could i be meaning? The question "what is the self"? Is it even a question that can be answered? Imagination, memory, guts. Feels like the basic ingredients to uncover the truth, or to be more precise the lies hiding the truth!

 When saying "the self" one would understand one's "ego". Hello no! That it something else, a cover, a fake one. Think about it!

 When i was born, i was born someone, right? Or noone and in the process of life i started to "build" (the someone, the me) who i become? Like, gathering experiences, senses and thoughts, habits, beliefs. Yet, who was i before all that? I mean, take it off, all, everything. Your name, your age and birthplace, your color, your characteristics, your feelings, thoughts, preferations, principals, memories, every thing. What is there left?

 Sounds scary doesn't it? Yet wouldn't you say it's hard to do that? I mean these (among other stuff) is what (we think) makes us who we truely are, right, or maybe no? Maybe that's a cover we slowly and under "guidance" we built to fit in? So who is in a position where he can deny everything, deny "himself" and that it includes?

 I'll get more into it soon, however until then i'll close this door with a question for you (and me of course) to wonder. Are we really looking for that answer or are we trying our best to make it as hard as possible to get that answer?


Παύλος - vlospa kasbe

Ταριμάνι - Tarimani

 Ήταν μία θαυμάσια στιγμή κι έτυχε κι αναρωτήθηκα πόσα δε βλέπουμε. Πόσα μεσολαβούν ανάμεσα στα μάτια μας και το που εστιάζουμε αυτά. Τι δε μπορούμε να δούμε δίχως μικροσκόπιο. Τι δε μπορούμε να δούμε γιατί δε βρισκόμαστε σε θέση (ακόμα έστω) ή/και δε κατέχουμε την τεχνολογία, ακόμα, πάλι. Πόσα δεν είμαστε έτοιμοι να διακρίνουμε ακόμα. Οπότε γιατί να μη το αφήσω στην φαντασία μου?

 It was one wonderful moment and it happened and i wondered how much we do not see. How many intervene between our eyes and where we are focusing them. What we can not see without microskope. What we can not see because we are not able (yet at least) or/ and we do not possess the technology, yet, again. How many we are not ready to distinguish yet. So why not leave it to my imagination?

Παύλος - vlospa kasbe

Λάμδα Σίγμα Δέλτα / Lamda Sigma Delta

Η περιγραφή μας τέλειωσε. Ούτως ή άλλως κάθε ικανός άνθρωπος θα βγάλει τα συμπεράσματα του.
We're out of description. Either way any capable human being will make his/her own conclusions.

Y.Γ. : Βαθιά εμπνευσμένος από (P.S. : Deeply inspired by) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gagR2_Yi8wE

The skein of worlds

 I consider everyone's world(/planet... check my "planet collision" text before reading this one) as a hair in the skein. All of us are part of this ball that swirls as we unravel the skein. One starts another time, place, way. The huge size of the differences is distinct. But here's where a deep meaning is hidden. An important, universal difference.

 The "how everyone" got to his world/ planet. The "why" he stayed. And other reasons, and other differences. But one fundamental. "It's more possible things are as i say they are, than how the other one says things are". And somehow like that we build. We demolish as well and rarely we even abandon. Reasons, we find, we don't want to accept them and move on. It's that running mill that forces us to go back while we try to move forward.

 Reason. Reason grows stronger by time like cement that dries. Strong foundations, strong shakings by "awareness quakes" and even more in collapsing. Who wouldn't want strong foundations? And who finds reason to abandon the world/ planet he created? Who kills his creation so easily?

 Inability. It's a dice and we're afraid to roll it. We fear the dice as we roll it. Somehow like that we make relations between us. Between our worlds. We have the means to "dive" on into another and with (diving) masks to see and show what we do not keep well hidden. Instead we pick the snorkel and stay on the surface. If for starters we enter the unknown and known waters of others. We're drowning, afraid of choking. And this life? To love only oxygen? Some have only a surface to offer. The depth is missing. It was covered with cement. To step on. To "not fall in". In their worlds obscurity.

 Untravelled. All the worlds took a music note before they start dancing in this universe of ideas. Someone chirruped a joyous melody to guide them like birds in their first flight without unexpected outcomes. And the birds grew up and they got their own little birds. But the melody that was teaching them? The one they listened at. They didn't try. They didn't travel. They stayed there. Worthy of their parents fate. The whole cosmos is a book. Don't stay just in one page no matter how beautiful the content is, esecially, if it's your first then don't make it be your only one and last.

 Youth. In mind, perception. The testing of the sea water! The water is ok, let us dive! No, let us not dive, or at least not too much! More or less that's how we do when our worlds are connected. For whatever the reason. We just walk in the sand. One over another, but it's ok. We don't want to get wet since the water is not good for us. We are sunbathing.

 Insanity. We talk about "insanes" and we lock them in "asylums". We, the "sane ones"... We who govern this absurd world. Very logical. Every "planet"(/ world) with an asterroid's speed is danger, a threat. Better to be put in a cage! Alone in silence. Every "world" unknown and incomprehensible can collide with our world and... Reach it's core! When that happens true insanity begins. There is no core, there won't be one. We create one, and for how long we keep it. But the labeled "insane" has no core. His foundation is his instinct, his mood, whatever catches his attention. Your core and your pulverization are irrelevant to him and usually just a part of the process of the collision. You kill your creation. The one you labeled insane has the blessing to show you the way to kill your creation.

 Ignorance. And drugs with mania. Depression,  trends, apathy, disgust. Addictions, biological and psychological. They have always been. Until we die we're addicted to life. And we choose to add up more addictions. In body and spirit, in our life, in our world in every one's world. And that's an addiction. Why? Damn you time! Flow without me wanting to take a dosage (small/ large) of my addiction. A small dosage of a big life. Your worlds...

 Misunderstanding. No room for it here. Time is bold, absolute. It flows no matter what. It doesn't stop, accelerate or slow down. We want it to pass, we say.. Yet, it passes even if we don't want to or say so. So we either want time to pass quickly or beautifully. Or we just say. I doubt it. I'm kinda sure for the other two things. (1) Who wants to avoid beautiful moments, who doesn't want them to last for hours more? (2) And who doesn't want to avoid bad moments, who would not want them to be just a few, if he had to have some of them? People, change, leave, get lost and become forgotten. And you and me in time.. We have to tolerate that. Even if we try to remember it. It's not me who says so. It's time who asks so.

 Guide signs. Like signs some stationary and stoic represent the guides in the creation and the sequense of this world. Imperious and dusty, some forgoten, some ghosts in the streets that are inaccessible long time and/or they never even existed in the first place. And the moron is there. In the same directions. Wherever he was told, he went.. To gather goods to create his world (/planet). Following the signs. Others as well went. So many worlds they built, they must know something. From worlds, building, manipulation?

 Give me this dance! The amusement park is larger. The bumper cars are now planets, human planets in a celebration. And the collision? Joy! Because bloods are trendy, we just need to watch. Take my hand and keep it. Let everything else because the impact takes what you keep well hidden. It throws it on the surface and then you choose. You drown it or you keep it alive? The universe of ideas isn't preserved by only one living organism.


Pavlos - vlospa kasbe

Planet collision

 Real, fair, good, right. Don't exist!
Realy what's reality, and
realy what's real?
What is, or what we name?

 I consider reality what is happening to us and we are aware of it (fully) or not, we interpret it or not and it will continue to happen, as it did happen before, either we were aware of it or not. Our world is full of such functions. The whole set of these natural functions/ laws of physics, chemisrty and other sciences is what i call reality.

 I consider truth every sincere thought, expression or feeling, word (speech), act. When responding sincerely to something that (later you realize that) you don't know, what does that make truth end up as, if not as a lie? Or when acting hasty? Depending on the point of view truth differs. The "truths" we create and believe in until we transform them into functions/ rules of this world is what i consider truth.

 I don't exclude that there could be/ could have been a parallel reality.
I exclude the possibility that  in a conversation about human, humanism, religions, politics, nations, economy, etc even one of the debaters would be fully aware of the differences between what he calls real and reality. As well as! The point of the conversation is who is right. None.

 Everything we know touches us in some way, every thing we learn since childhood and we do it scheduled (subconsiously, like habbit), every thing we've been told and we haven't confirmed (data) we call all that truth. The cause of the expression/ thought/ act of us is our faith in our infallibility. Being certain about our certainty. I think or i do something because i believe it and likewise because i believe in something i think and do something. Everyone's truth is what suits him (me, now for example). The truth that suits him, the truth he wants to believe that only that is and it is not wrong, the truth he can imagine.

 And what is good? For me, for you, for who, for anyone, for everyone? That as well differs just like the faces and the opinions of people. Something good for you might equal with something bad for one other.

 Fair? It doesn't exist, just like truth, doesn't. Maybe few aspects, but that's all. Further on utopia is burried. I created it, i buried it. What is fair? Depending on the point of view of the observer and the beliefs of one or another, fair varies. There's nothing fair in this world. Watch the jungle. That's how it goes, that's how it's done. It doen't matter why. What matters is how much it affects you.

 Right. What's right? Once again it differs depending on the person. What right and wrong? And for who?

 Truth, fair, good, right and rest nice names to sum up, i deny them. (being calm) There's just life and what life includes. Since truth, fair, good and right vary and differ depending on the person and his principals/ beliefs/ fears and hopes and his life (and the way he has lived it) i do not accept one unique and absolute rule. Only interpretations based on our certainty and our will to avoid sorrow in the realization THAT THINGS ARE NOT AS WE THINK THEY ARE.

 Everthing is a show of stubborn people and their subconscious (now habbit, after prcatising it so long) avoidance of the acceptance that nothing is as we think all is.

 So our world is full of "truths", "goods", rights" and "fairs". A change may never come or it can come but slowly slowly. And every "good" change is because of (in our personal opinion) our truth, our beliefs, principals etc. Every bad change is because of (in our personal opinion) the bad, ugly, wrong, unfair etc, influence of others.

 Do you realy think you can define "right" a reality fair and good for all living organisms? (our planet, all, the whole universe itself, can be considered a living organism). If yes, then it's not perfect (the reality), (as nothing in this world), i inform you, either there's something you have not looked for, or something will have changed soon or with the pass of time. Something that you can not calculate now.

 Everthing that unites us humans has a name and/ or symbol, it includes its truths, its fair(s), its good(s) and its right(s). Nations, religions, systems of government, economies. Yet, no one nowhere so far has been able to be simultaneously fair, good, right and be saying the truth. That's one truth, a sad one as well if it interests you, but if not? It remains a fact that awaits to be discovered/ confirmed by the people.

 Every set of ideas, impressions and convictions, every principal, every belief, every fear, every hope, every judgement, contains a set of truths, fair(s), good and right acts. Whole planets/ worlds. We all disagree between us. In something, in anything, in everything. Planets colliding. It's an obvious fact, even if it's metaphorically a fact, but obvious litelally. In idea, expression, arguement, conflict, war.

 We are small planets colliding with each other every day consiously or not, willingly and not, on purpose and not. Other times we accept it. Other times the others accept it. Bumper cars in an amusement park, we travel happily in the space we know and collide. Rarely one accepts to abandon his world. We move like in the streets of downtown Athens drivers. All sorts of drivers. Jungle.

 Our world looks like a big skein of long hair. You can catch one, anyone, and from there you start unroll the skein with a base the theory that everything moves around that hair. You can say that all has to do with need. Or with fear, with hope. Everything has to do with beauty, strength, survival or that just everthing just has to do with everything. Of course the fact that you can give an interpretation, from them or the others, doesn't make the interpretetion a fact.

 All i have writen so far prove that this text as well is an idea. A set of blah, blah, fair, right, good, real, blah, blah... If i'm right, fair, if i tell/write things well and if i write the truth, is something that doesn't interest me. As i explained above, i don't believe anymore in them. And if you, minority of the minority (minority of the people that read my texts and minority among these people who agrees) as you will have noticed we are not unique. First because even the idea of this text contains the set i mentioned. Second because it might be just as i'm thinking. Either you thought of it first or not, we are not unique. Not yet.

 Unique for me are those who collide their planet head on fearlessly with other worlds/planets for no serious reason, but just because they got in their way. Because they don't turn their backs at what's happening. That wonderful moment is when they step on the one planet/world that unites us all, the one we step on. And that moment where the others step on the same world with these unique ones. Many times like scaredy cats because we don't understand them we call them "absurd, insane! Hmph! Rubish!"
It's funny... Rats calling others rubish...


Pavlos - vlospa kasbe