June

Helsinki Pride

A dream

I saw a dream in which I was traveling. I came to stay in a multi-storey hostel, located in an old building somewhere in the Baltics. I had a lot of luggage and a loved one as a traveling companion. I took her to our room with some luggage, and returned with a modernized elevator to the ground floor to pick up more luggage.

Downstairs, a crazed woman was trying to get into the hostel. She tried to attack me, dazed with a lunatic desire to get into the building. Violently and with devastating effort, I threw her out without managing to lock the front door.

I grabbed some of the luggage (there was a ridiculous excess of it), and closed myself into the elevator. Shocked from the attack, I couldn’t remember what floor our room was in and pressed multiple floor-buttons. The elevator started moving, and it went past the fifth floor which I was pretty sure our room was in. As it reached the seventh, the outside door of the elevator shaft opened to reveal a track for the elevator cabin to continue inside into the floor itself. Automatically, the elevator did so, taking me into a dimly lit apartment decorated with hard, dark wood. Approaching a lit room, the elevator stopped at its door.

Inside the room were tables set to form a huge square, alongside of which people sat in dark suits and evening gowns. Some wore eloquent head-pieces, some wore masks. Nobody paid particular attention to me when I entered. People were conversing loudly with those close to them. I walked around the tables to the other side of the room and took a seat by the speaker’s post, empty at that time.

More people kept coming into the room, some of them passing between my seat and a bookshelf-filled wall. I noticed a man in a lighter colored suit that did not quite fit him approaching. When our eyes met, I realized he was a monkey of some sort - orange-haired but with chimpanzee-like facial features. As he came to pass me, we spontaneously hugged and I sunk my head into his chest. In an instant a comprehension of what was going on flooded me.

The room of the drunken, dressed-up crowd was a place where guidelines of the future were being decided. Yet the crowd was clearly inept to make rational decisions. The air the people in the room gave was of inconsideration, and a weird, egoistic malevolence. As I felt the monkey’s presence, I realized that the reason he was there, all dressed-up, was not of his own choosing. He was there to represent himself in this crowd of dressed-up-fools, most of which had no idea why they were there or simply did not care for the consequences of their presence and apparent willingness to serve the irrational scene in continuous unravel. 

I cried, and felt his pain over having to dress-up for this weird foolery that was not aligned with the silent compassion and love we come from.

Spent half of june inside

Svecchakari

On this day, 18th of June 2014, I made a meditation to reclaim my soul. Lost long ago, it was the missing ingredient from one more enlightenment.

Filled with light, the final thought, the one logical act, was to circulate the ether's hues around the planet we are on, cleansing the supposition that any inattentive intention or thought has value.

This has now changed. The kids are allowed to be kids. Without the understanding to see beyond one-dimensional being, no deals with higher beings can be made. This is a change in rules brought up by the West, particularly by certain music industry, which purports a myth with fame laying at the end of the its rainbow. This is a lie. From now on, only those who know it is a lie can make the decision to walk down that road.

Selling one's soul is a process begun with a promise to do whatever in the pursuit of a goal - any goal. This premise drives man's consciousness to overlook many things during the pursuit of that goal. He might overlook abuse, frauds, environmental crimes, and worst of all: crossings of his own morals.

As if by giving your soul away no consequences could be laid on you by the atrocities you overlook. As if!

Everything is in every thing. The psychological dimensions of man are com-parable to great man-made myths. Our dreams and visions are com-parable to our mental constructs. We can't cheat these mechanisms to our favor by lying to ourselves. Not even in writing.

Friedrich Nietzsche: The Dionysiac World View

Nature expresses itself with its highest energy in Dionysiac intoxication, in the tumultuous, wild chase across all the scales of the soul under the influence of narcotic stimulants or when the drives of spring are unleashed; it binds individual creatures together again, and it makes them feel that they are one with each other, so that the principium individuationis appears, so to speak, to be a perpetual state of weakness of the Will. The more degenerate the Will is, the more everything fragments into individual elements; the more selfish and arbitrary the development of the individual, the weaker is the organism which it serves. This is why there erupts in those states what one might call a sentimental (sentimentalisch) tendency in the Will, a 'sigh of the creature' for what is lost; out of highest joy there comes a cry of horror, the yearning sounds of lament at some irredeemable loss. 

 Abundant nature celebrates its saturnalian festivals and its rites of death at one and the same time. The affects of its priests are most wondrously mixed, pain awakens delight, rejoicing wrings sounds of agony from the breast. The god holysios [Cult name of Dionysos, 'he who gives release'.] has transformed everything, redeemed and released everything from itself. 

The singing and the expressive gestures of a mass stimulated in this manner, and in whom nature acquired a voice and movement, was something new and unheard-of in the Homeric-Greek world; it struck the Greeks as something Oriental which they first had to tame with their enormous rhythmic and image-making energy, and which they did indeed tame, just as they tamed the Egyptian temple-style at the same time. 

It was the Apolline people who laid the chains of beauty on over-mighty instinct, who yoked and harnessed nature's most dangerous elements, her wildest beasts. The idealistic power of the Hellenic character is seen at its most admirable when one compares its spiritualization of the festival of Dionysos with what emerged from the same origin amongst other peoples. Similar festivals are very ancient and their existence is demonstrable everywhere, most notably in Babylon where they are known as the sacaea. Here, during five-day-long festivals, every political and social bond was torn apart; but the centre of the cult lay in the absence of all sexual discipline, in the destruction of all family life by unrestrained hetaerism. 

The very antithesis of this is to be found in the image of the Greek festivals of Dionysos, as drawn by Euripides in his Bacchae, an image which radiates the same loveliness, the same transfiguring musical intoxication as Skopas and Praxiteles embodied in their statues. 

A messenger describes how he had withdrawn with his herds to the very peaks of the mountains during the midday heat; this is the right moment and the right place to see the unseen; Pan is now asleep, the sky is now the unmoving background of a glory, the day now blossoms. On an alpine meadow the messenger notices three choruses of women lying in scattered groups on the ground and in decorous pose; many women stand leaning against pine trees; all slumber. 

Suddenly the mother of Pentheus breaks out in jubilation, sleep is banished, all leap to their feet, a model of noble comportment; the young girls and the women let their locks fall to their shoulders, the doe-skin is put in order if its ribbons and bows have become loosened during sleep. They gird themselves about with snakes which lick their cheeks confidingly, some women take young wolves and deer in their arms and suckle them. All adorn themselves with garlands of ivy; when the thyrsus is struck against a rock water bubbles forth, and when the earth is struck with a staff a fountain of wine rises up. Sweet honey drops from the twigs, and when someone touches the earth with just the tips of their fingers snow-white milk springs forth. 

This is an utterly enchanted world, nature celebrates its festival of reconciliation with mankind. The myth recounts that Apollo joined Dionysos together again after he had been dismembered. This is the image of Dionysos created anew by Apollo and saved from his Asiatic dismemberment.

Europe 2008

these above are shot in lithuania, poland, germany and the netherlands in 2008
I have been building bundles of css for old shots these past couple of days
bundles wrapped around a webpage http://dyslexiaisokhere.com/ 

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Often in dreams I am in

Window shopping