Σάββατο, 17 Φεβρουαρίου 2018

no need no name

 It’s been a while. How much is a “while”, a “moment”? Who knows... All that time I was silent, had to deal the voices in my head. It’s ok to hear voices, the problem starts when you discuss with them. So yeah. Silence till they shut up.

 Was thinking about death, again and life of course, again. A friend died and today was a ceremony for him. Although distance between us, personally I think a last goodbye is the least one can and should do.

 We shared time and created moments which gave birth to feelings and their expressing. One should respect those moments and honor those feelings. If they were true, honestly genuine from the bottom of their heart.

 This I guess is what we might be doing here, now, us. Don’t know if we do it well though…
We wander this earth and on our journey meet others and share moments and feelings while wondering what it is we are doing here now, either we know we doing it or no.

Pavlos – vlospa kasbe

Κυριακή, 14 Ιανουαρίου 2018

We got a winner

 Good day to you too. Back from limbo. It's been a while, huh? Only to cry once I open my eyes again. With what I see, with I (force myself to) face. It's a competition. It's a fight. To win, to lose and to remember, to forget.

  Aaand we go on, fighting (ourselves). Wining and losing, remembering and forgeting, bringing back to life and burying. Born to lose, live to win. So one dies fighting? At what cost does he win? What does he even win?

 One tries to find out who one really is. So damn hard and yet a fog of ego is blocking one's vision. The clearer it gets the more mistaken one sees one's self in the past. Would the child one be proud of who one is now, of who one became? I'm unable to imagine but i fear that, no. So, if no, would it still not be proud if he knew what one knows (sure, not much but still more than when he was a kiddo) now?

 Surgery takes place. Remembering old parts, aspects of one's self and adopting them again. Rejecting current and/or older versions of one. Trying again if maybe now. Maybe one feels now more like one? He feels like oneself? Or is temporary, another mistake until he finds even more knowledge, experiences, opinions ... ?

 That's all. One more question. And of course no answers. Or you think this was all about answers?

Παύλος - vlospa kasbe

Τετάρτη, 31 Μαΐου 2017

we're being sprayed/ it is only natural

 Look up in the sky, in the area between stars and... erm, the ground i guess? That layer, yes. We name it sky. Introduce yourself to the sky. Then feel free to fly. Away. Million milles.

 They say airplanes "spray" us. And we become stupid and more stupid. Become? This means we were earlier not and we became just later, for a reason. Not our fault, of course! No?

 We are stupid. At birth we receive characteristics, DNA, milk and our rightfully inherited stupidity. But again, not our fault, no? Parental mistake most certainly.

 So, naturally we're never at fault. It's allways other people's fault.

 Isn't it only natural?

 But it is our fault that it is other people's fault. Got it? Hold it. Tight!

 I wonder, we were given facts, data and that was all. I mean WHO did RE-evaluate the theories, the history, the laws everything that was presented to us from birth onwards?

 Did you analyze, evaluate and compare your religion, society, laws of physics and/or other sciences and more to others? Well, most us did not. So, did you?

 Of course that is NOT our fault. It's because they spray us from airplanes with the stupidity gas.


Pavlos - vlospa kasbe

Τρίτη, 2 Μαΐου 2017

I am afraid i won't find all the dots i'd want

 I am afraid. Death. (small pause) And time. And me i guess. In the middle. Being toyed around by those... undescribably huge factors i cannot escape from. Am i not clear yet? Well the storm ain't over, please be patient. 

 I mean to say. I live until i die. Stupidly i used to, subconsciously, believe that this period is what one would call "his time". My time. But i don't own time. Time was way before me. And will be way after me. My lifetime is simply an insignificantly small part of it.

 So... Time exists, i live, i die, time contnues to exist. "Whatcha afraid of scaredy cat?" You'd probably say. I'm afraid of my lifetime. It seems short. Considering how many things there are in this world to experience in any way.

 I'm not a bookworm, there are times i enjoys reading even when i don't understand everything and/or fully. Slightly stoopid, yet day by day lesser and lesser i want to hope. :)
I'm not an adrenaline junkie. But i like stuff. Just imagine a neighbouring country how many things has to offer to your mind. And then imagine further, a continent.

 Just the other day i came across a video of Anthony Hopkins drawing. I mean i like his acting but didn't know he could and hell so good!! So i thought "Who else and what else?" How many people. And how many people i don't know.

 If the world "is a small place"... Then ya realize how small we are? Tiny dots noticed only through microscope. If someone is looking for those dots. So, are you looking for any other dots?

Παύλος - vlospa kasbe

Κυριακή, 29 Ιανουαρίου 2017


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

Κυριακή, 22 Ιανουαρίου 2017

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!


 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?


 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

Πέμπτη, 25 Αυγούστου 2016

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